[ Him, not important? You wound him, Rhys. For once, though, they can agree on something-- Snowhell is an incredibly apt name, and it's one he might even start using. Outside of earshot, of course. ]

Say I believe you for...five seconds. That causes its own set of problems, sure, but we're not talking about that. [ Vasquez takes the opportunity to press his back to the wall and slide down, giving a short huff when he finally gets seated. He's getting dust and dirt all over his suit, and that's terrible-- even if it's getting to be a lost cause already. ] Could mean that any of the food we got has this...stuff. And between the two of us, I'm not the one hoarding all the ice cream, so-- who knows. I'd-- be a little careful if I were you.

[ And here comes SlitheringInternal Death for his composure once again, setting off an incredibly visible shudder and forcing him to bite down on his tongue. This is just-- awful. Next time, he's not going to even look at the damn fruit. ]