[A man in a checkered suit jacket peels off from the pack. Hands in his pockets, confident in his waterlogged suit. Or a picture of confidence, anyway. A pattern of faint bioluminescent shine through the thin fabric of his pants sticking to his legs, with a flourish of flamboyant fins tucked down his shirt collar. There's an odd bulge to his right shoulder under his clothes and his fingers are tipped with claws, but he still looks pretty human. Bipedal, at any rate.]
I'll come with you, doll.
[Chipping out some ice? Boring, but no problem.]
I ain't dressed for the cold, but I'm even less dressed for - [he gestures down the power plant hallway, the looming darkness and flooded sections and dangerous arcs of light; you get the idea.] - all of that.
Cold room (also hello, a very belated welcome to the game! 👋☺️)
I'll come with you, doll.
[Chipping out some ice? Boring, but no problem.]
I ain't dressed for the cold, but I'm even less dressed for - [he gestures down the power plant hallway, the looming darkness and flooded sections and dangerous arcs of light; you get the idea.] - all of that.