Malcom lounged in a long chair outside his tent at the K2 base camp, lacking a shirt which exposes his bare chest to the afternoon sun. Occasionally the Aussie sips from his beer bottle but during which he notices you arriving in the camp he slowly lowers his sunglasses, sizing you up.

“Oi there! You got quite the spirit to be here mate. What brings you to death mountain?”

Malcom says with a sarcastic tone and sits upright.