That gets the ice alien to bark a laugh--a harsh and raucous sound also more reminiscent of Algidus than of Glacius' quiet, rumbling sounds of mirth. "If I did, this place would be nothing but a smoking crater, and we would be running free! No, my friend, though your optimism is... amusing."

But he doesn't seem like he's going to clarify, as Carlisle is moving as if he's about to get out of bed, and the ice alien wonders if he's really as weak as he claimed. He shoots him a sharp look. "Where do you think you are going?"