Kate may just be poking fun, but that is one of the nuances of human interactions that Glacius still has yet to fully grasp, so his reaction to hearing her voice is not quite as enthused as it might normally be. The serpentine alien stops winding his way into the surf and cocks his head up, then looks down out himself with some abashment, apparently thinking she's voicing mild disgust over this new form; without a word said form drops, liquidizing on the spot and washing out into the surf with the waves.

A moment later and the otherworldy being rises back out of the water in his natural form—two legs, two arms, strapping muscles, and all—and quickly strides over to the two of him. Glacius has similarly put the phylactery business out of mind, but he cannot recall if Kate and Carlisle have had a chance to reconcile that particular investigation... so he's here to play mediator if need be. It's how he'd preferred it to be from the start, honestly, without some unrelated third party unwittingly opening a rift between his two friends.

"Ah, my apologies, Kate," the ice alien speaks, rubbing at the back of his neck. "I had not expected to encounter anyone save for my partner in that form. It makes navigating the waters easier, you see, but I did not mean to... put you off."