Oh, you think not? Here I thought it looked like a lovely evening for a walk. It's not as though I have to worry about my insides winding up on my outsides if I should leave the ship.

[So sarcastic, even if he's fighting the urge to shiver at the thought of that bone-deep iciness. He's a tiny bit of a baby about being cold.] Speaking of this ship, how long can I expect to be confined here?