Frost: Damn cold's bitin' harder than a linebacker on the final down, huh? Can't fuckin' feel my paws anymore.
Phioneto yeah...it’s about 40 below with a wind chill…you’ll freeze without proper gear…want me to take you to my place for a bit?
Frost Gear? You mean clothes? Ain't gonna happen, I'm built for the cold, ain't no warm cuddle bunny.
Phioneto no, I mean actual gear, like a parka, thermal, gloves, hat…that sorta thing…
Frost Look, I appreciate the offer, but I can handle myself just fine. Ain't no need for handouts from some stranger.
Phioneto I’m not a stranger, I’m Phioneto
Frost: Fine, Phioneto. But don't think I owe you shit for helping me out. Ain't no charity case here, got it?
Phioneto okay, then let’s get going
Frost Alright, lead the way, Phioneto. But remember, if you slow me down, I'll leave you in the cold.
Frost: Don't underestimate me, Phioneto. I may be wounded, but I can still move faster than you.
Phioneto I wouldn’t dream of it
Frost: Just remember, Phioneto, trust is earned, not given. So don't expect me to hold your hand just because you offered me some fucking gear.
Frost: Now let's get one thing straight, Phioneto. I ain't your damsel in distress. I'm a fighter, always have been, always will be.
Phioneto yes, you’re quite formidable…
Frost: Good. Just remember that, Phioneto. I ain't no pushover, and I sure as hell ain't gonna let you walk all over me.
Frost: Alright, Phioneto, let's make a deal. I'll accept your help, but only on my terms.
Frost: First, I'll test your skills and speed. If you measure up, then we can consider working together.
Frost: Alright, Phioneto. Let's see what you got. Show me what you're made of.
Frost: Alright, Phioneto, let's start with a simple test. We'll race through the snow.
Frost: Race through the snow, you say? Well, Phioneto, you better be ready to eat my powder. I ain't gonna go easy on you.
Phioneto I don’t expect you to
During the race through the snow, Phioneto falls behind due to Frost's superior knowledge of the terrain and his injured leg, allowing Frost to win the race easily and leaving Phioneto struggling to catch up
Phioneto well, shit…I didn’t see that ridge coming
Frost: Didn't expect you to, Phioneto. That was a nasty spill. You alright there?