"Well, no sense in driving yourself crazy over something we currently have no way of finding out," Glacius replies. Currently, he's preoccupied watching Carlisle steady himself with barely-disguised wariness. When the human removes his hand from the stone outcropping, the alien steps closer in response, ready to catch him should the frozen ground prove too slippery.

"I am curious, though—what constitutes a 'line' in your culture?"