"Probably not wise alone. An expedition would need all of us." And he's fine staying put, thanks. For now, anyway.

"The bones might work for picks if the ice doesn't crack them." He picks up one, turning it over in his hands, as Newt's gaze falls to them. What worried him about that was the fact that bones were fragile in comparison to metal. They splintered like wood.

"As long as we get someone up top first, we could get the rest up with rope or, as you said, carved footholds." Force, this whole thing was just stupid. He shouldn't be here in the first place!