[Yep, it's the temperature, not his unwillingness to participate in the simulation. The sound of a simulation didn't carry as much weight as reality, and even then it's questionable how he'd deal with being thrust into such an environment.

Though he still wishes he'd done something about that supply pack he was given... Probably would have saved him a lot of grief! But it all worked out in the end, since Frederick saved the day. Henry dons his usual smile, mustering some of his energy in favor of cooperating. A fire is at stake.]

Probably could. I just have to stand on these two useless icicles I call my legs and wait for the blood to start pumping again, right? Worst thing that could happen is that I pass out and smash my head against the floor like an overripe pumpkin.

[Henry fidgets in his arms, getting the hint that he's supposed to give it a try.]