"One of us has to be an optimist," Greed says. His tone isn't cheerful; it's very matter-of-fact. He might not trust Kimbley, but between the options of being alone or dealing with a friend-turned-traitor, well...

Greed always did trust too easily.

He's not shivering yet, but that's only a matter of time. Homunculi biology isn't that different from human biology; they're made of the same stuff, just stitched together a little differently. It'll just take his body a little longer to register how cold it is. In the end, the only advantage it gives him is not realizing how poorly off he is.

"Don't see anything yet."