"Beats being dead," The remark is out there before Kimbley can stop to think about it, but he's not really bothered any. It's true. Though he can't really talk about that anymore, so he shrugs and turns to face Greed.

The Homunculus does have a point. Even if he could get back inside there, there isn't anything to eat. He's a despicable person, but he really doesn't have any interest in trying to live on human bodies. He narrows his eyes at the Homunculus' remark but doesn't offer an explanation. Maybe he could say something about Greed not freezing his ass off because he's a Homunculus, but he's not sure that's right, so he opts not to say anything about that.

"Well, there's no getting back in there, so I guess we'll head out." He wishes he could blow up the door and absently flexes his hands.