The man rolls his eyes at the nickname bestowed upon him by the child. "Well, we have to turn off this road at some point! The next village is where the owner of this sled is! So... I say we change course and go East! If we reach train tracks, we'll have gone far enough!" He must yell over the engine and overturning snow that is hitting the tarp under his calves.
After a few jarring bumps, he looks to the woman and asks, "How's the ride?!?"