[Nick closes the door behind him, shutting out as much of the storm as possible; he brought plenty in with him, sand filtering through the crevices of his coat and holes in his synthetic skin. Even with a scarf and the collar of his trench to cover most of his face -- and the wide tear in the skin there -- it still gets in, rattling around between his gears. Though he'll definitely need a tune-up when the weather clears, his metal frame can take a lot more of a beating from the violent winds than a regular human body could, hence why he was out there to begin with.]

Someone has to make sure the streets are clear. You'd be surprised how many people are foolhardy enough to wander into a storm like this, only to find themselves stuck somewhere with no way home.