In better circumstances, Greed might be nice enough to hand over the coat to Kimbley-- after all, it isn't his. Unfortunately, he can't trust Kimbley any more, doesn't think their former friendship matters much anymore, taking in Kimbley's military uniform. Greed's not a complete idiot. He's capable of figuring out what happened.

"It's too damn cold to fight you," Greed says finally, gazing around as he tries to take in their surroundings. It doesn't look like there's anything but snow for as far as he can see. Where the hell is he, anyway? Greed nearly asks the question aloud, but he doesn't want Kimbley to know he doesn't have a clue where he is.