The sauces are declined with a single palm up from Alucard's free hand. This is more than enough, and there's a mental note made to repay the favor as soon as the next opportunity to do so presents itself. This is enough to power him through till evening, likely then some. (There is a small realization in all of this that Alucard can't rememer the last time he actually cooked. Strange thought to have, stranger still to find it upsetting.)

"Yes," he says softly. Alucard also hears that woo out of Maka and he has a feeling where that might end up in a few minutes. "Additional fears about wolf packs, which I'd write off as hardly a bother if you know what you're doing, and a bigger concern about black ice which truly doesn't change it seems." From Alucard's tone, it's clear he also considers that a far greater risk than wolves. Or bandits. Or generally unsafe roads.

There's zero surprise about Krimnos being cut off though. It's in the mountains. It's winter. It happens. "Are there people impatient enough to wish to head out if there are enough in a group to make going forward seem possible?"

In Alucard's heart, he knows this is selfish and self centered. Better to wait for modern convenience to put itself to rights and then just rid the airship back to Krimnos. But he wants to get to the city. Get to the part beyond the city that his father claimed as theirs and see what remains.