Glacius heaves a mighty sigh that has huge clouds of freezing mist billowing up out of his neck and into the air, briefly obscuring his face. One hand swats, lightly and sluggishly, against the toe of the offending boot that keeps bothering him. A moment later and that seems to alert him, in a moment of rather delayed realization as he grips the same toe, to the fact that there is in fact someone else next to him; someone else who is seeing him in this sorry state.

The alien's head rolls around in the grass and one eye cracks open to the tiniest green sliver, then widens. His body tenses up--it's about the only movement he can manage in this condition--and he lets out a garbled noise of surprise, his mind still too foggy to really put up anything coherent.