"De-sert," the young alien repeats the word carefully, followed by a quick shake of his head. "No, never. It's awful. I don't know how anything can stand this." Then, a quick moment of realization followed by panic—"I don't know how I'm going to stand this, if there's no snow! And heat... heat is bad. I—I have to find my way back to that room. There was a nice human there, and he made ice and snow!"

Glacius starts looking around, rapidly scanning his surroundings... but given that this is his first time outside he and Carlisle's shared apartment, nothing looks familiar. He stamps in place a little with nervous energy, as if suddenly worried about getting back to safety before the heat of this strange land flares again.