Anton had taken the time during the flight to slip into something warmer, not being particularly interested in observing the view, swapping his suit jacket for a sweater and a heavier overcoat, and adding a pair of woollen gloves and a thick hat for good measure. He certainly wasn't regretting his choice as he stepped down from the vehicle. Though Atlas born he may have been, he certainly could not say that the cold had never bothered him. It was a tiny part of why he'd opted to study at Beacon; the more temperate climate suited him far better than Atlas ever did.
One thing Anton did regret, however, was the horses. They certainly were not mentioned beforehand. He stepped over to one tenderly as the others busied themselves with their luggage and conversation, and gently held his hand out towards it, flinching back slightly as the animal butted his hand with its head before acquiescing to the touch. Anton slowly petted the horse as he stepped around it to secure his luggage as Saffron had done.
"As it happens, I've never encountered a horse before today. There was never much of an interest in equine events in my household back in Atlas, so I apologise if I end up slowing us down", Anton calmly responded to Saffron's inquiry. Well, it appeared calm, though someone with a sharper eye could notice his hand moved a touch more aggressively along the horse's head as he maintained his petting. It rankled Anton that he was a liability at such an early stage in the journey, even though he could never have expected to be required to know how to ride an animal of any kind.