"Well, I appreciate it," he says, sincerely. "Good people are hard to find, sometimes, particularly in times of crisis. I'm glad to know that this place doesn't simply harden everyone who comes here."

Bad choice of words, maybe, but if the innuendo is intentional, he shows no sign of it.

"Do people die like this?" he can't help but muse, because it's cold, even though he's not bothered at all by it and he can't imagine having to make this walk basically naked if the cold was a concern to him. He seems to realize what he's said a moment later and waves it off with a bit of a nervous laugh, "Ah, forgive me. That's a bit morbid."