At least keeping his suit jacket shut hides most of the blood, and the greatcoat hides most of his thinness. Though his own gaze tracks Thomas's bare forearms with a baffled curiosity, but his attention doesn't linger. Just something else to keep track of in the back of his whirling mind.

"Y-yes, that's- probably for the best. W-what about yourself, are you going to be alright?" He knows he's the one who just fell into a damn ice trap but he also knows what hypothermia is, and the fact this man is so willing to strip down is immediately concerning.