He sits very still as he observes you.

"Well, I may be lost at sea, with a prosthetic arm.... but at least I have a cat with me.."

He scritched your ears, then took off his ushanka to brush some ash from the recent helicopter explosion from it. He adjusted his prosthetic arm and continued to use it. He wrang out some water from his sleve and continued to sit back in the small boat he's in.

"What now..."

He's lost at sea, in a boat, and the only company he has, is you. A cat.