(And the pun goes right over the serious and usually very literal ice alien's head!)

"Oh, ah. Alright," the alien responds, seeming to settle back somewhat at her reassurances. Maybe he shouldn't care so much about what one lone human thinks about him, but he does. "I took some thing that I could use to care for some of those... little glowing insects. A jar, some insulating material..." Yep, that's all. When it comes to monster hunting, you don't exactly have time to window shop and pick out one that seems to be of appropriate size. He's just now realizing the disparity there, and now he doesn't know quite what to do with the (unnecessary) body he has on his hands.

He raises his eyebrows and looks to Emily. "...Why, do you want some of it?"