"Kindness?" Kimbley scoffs. He sounds vaguely amused by that. "You really think I'm that dumb? I'm wounded." He presses a hand to his chest as if to appear innocent, but he doesn't even bother altering his expression. His smirk is dark, but he doesn't seem dangerous.

Greed's statement gets him to groan though and Kimbley reaches up to rub the back of his head. "Well, I'm definitely gonna freeze to death. I'm probably better off in the morgue." He glances back toward it, frowning. It's not an idea place to stay, but at least it wasn't this cold. With that decided, Kimbley moves to try to open the doors. "Have fun out there." He says before he's even attempted to pull on the handle.

Of course his luck is terrible, so it looks like the doors aren't going to open any time soon. Kimbley's groan this time is much louder.