Hickey has a sneaky feeling that the last thing the person who previously owned the ring thought was 'oh no, oh shit, help I'm dying.' He doesn't say that, but there's a wry little smile on his face like he's privy to his own inside joke.

"Well, I'm not going to say no to what is obviously a gift from whoever brought us here," he lightly teases, pocketing the ring as he does so. "Who knows, maybe someone'll decide to take advantage of this snowy hellscape to propose and I can sell it off to them. Doubt it'll be a papist wedding," he says, giving Jules a little nod, "but I'm certain the good Lord provides exceptions for circumstances like these."