"It was not," Carlisle admits between breaths, apparently unbothered by the topic. "Insufferably hot. Dangerous. The water was undrinkable. The company was—"

He pulls in another deep breath, giving himself a moment to reconsider his words; perhaps he is bothered by it, if only a bit. And he knows the topic of other Glaciuses out there -- however unlike Glacius Algidus often was -- unnerves his partner. He decides on a fairly neutral answer. "It, too, could have been worse."