Kimbley isn't wearing any sort of coat outside of the military jacket, so as soon as he's outside he shivers and begins to yank his sleeves down. They're far too big on him and it won't help much, but it's better than nothing. He's pretty jealous of Greed's coat right now.

He's surprised that Greed hasn't tried to punch his face in, but Kimbley's not about to pick a fight right now. If he had his alchemy then sure, he'd love to blow Greed up. But unfortunately, he's completely powerless here. It's also way too cold for him to ever want to pick a fight.

"Yeah. Me either." Probably because Greed was definitely dead, but he rolls with it. "So... what, you're not gonna fight me?" Not that he minds, of course. He's just surprised that Greed doesn't seem inclined to kill him.