"Really? That's actually kind of impressive." He looks down at his frozen arm, wondering if Len is telling the truth or not. He can't feel most of his arm at this point, and it's hard to tell if his fingers are turning purple through the mess of scar tissue that is his skin, but things are definitely not looking good for the future of duel wielding swords. "If I put warm water on it will it shatter? Because that would be super awesome, if it wasn't happening to me."

He can appreciate a cool death when he sees one. There's a tiny shred of fanboy in there that's pretty impressed by Scorpion's teleporting get over here nonsense that he does. Sure a freezy gun isn't quite the same because anyone could just pick that up and shoot it, but still.

"I think we've been sabotaged. Someone didn't want us fighting. I blame Cho." Because if anyone was going to use food as a deterrent to keep Kabal from doing something, it's definitely her.

"Uh-huh. Sure. I'll just get up and walk away and trust you to not turn me into a popsicle. Because you've endeared yourself to me so much with this fishtastrophe that's all over everything. Fuck.. I think it got in my boots."

Oh. Oh he heard that. He chuckles. "Need to clock out for a lunch break? The smell of rotten fish get you going?"