[ He groans and gets up, now three times as cold and wet as he was before. ]

Right. B-brown. I knew that. White snow is better than brown snow.

[ With the snow brushed off of him, he continues to walk with Royce. The shivering gets worse leaving Sam no choice but to wrap his arms around himself tightly. ]

You uh, you look nice and warm in that. This must be a walk in the park for you.