[Pitch is a tad busy fixing his umbrella while not spilling the contents of his mug on top of sending a glare at the storm. He was in the middle of unpacking when he got the notification that he'd been needed in the lodge to... babysit.

He's probably just going to lurk by the door hogging a lantern, preventing people from sneaking out of the lodge. He may or may not be avoiding a certain telepathy counselor as well.]