I suppose I admire your courage for being willing to bare yourself to the cold in the first place...

[Don't ask what he's doing when he has to relieve himself. (Actually it's marginally clever, if a little gross.)

Enoch takes a deep breath and tries to stave off that instinctive urge to go save this poor soul who's trapped in the fatal cold. He knows well by now. He's locked in as much as he's locked out. There was no way to get outside. He might as well try to keep the man company.]