You'd be surprised. Winter's tail's usually when people get restless. They go out in all kinds of elements. Curses included.

Compared to other things, an influx of people is nothing. They'll be out.

Pick a cafe. Or try the library.

[ He adds the last as an afterthought, personally biased towards it for how much quieter it is yet still with enough bodies bumbling about that as he recalls the ticking would dull impressively. ]