[she doesn't sound too fussed about it, following down on lookout for whatever might be down here as they approach the cafeteria door, last time they were in the dark it was filled with robots and that was pretty shit]

Maybe, but I think I'll stick to complaining about trying to work these Truckasaurus fingers. Don't want anyone to think I might've gotten a virus too. And don't let your fingers freeze either, that won't be helping our door-opening chances very much.

...You realize, Hershel, if you'd kept that sweater you'd have a pair of gloves of your own right now.