"You're stupid enough to wander back to the master who locked you up in the first place," Greed's gaze flickers deliberately to the lieutenant colonel stars on Kimbley's shoulder before he stares back at the snow. He's still not quite willing to give up the coat, but there's a growing part of him certain he stole it off of a dead body.

His expression is still severe. "Nothing to eat in there," Greed says deliberately, after Kimbley's tried to open the doors and failed. "I know you're no good at planning things out, Kimbley, but hiding out in a place full of dead bodies is short-sighted, even for you."