Frederick looks up at you from his lounge chair, before looking out into the stormy and moody atmosphere, smoking from a pipe.

Ah, greetings! Do pardon me. I was observing this fine day of Hell. The crashing waves, the distant screaming of the lost being torn asunder by the creatures of the trenches and exposed to the ocean's endless horrors... Oh, how I envy them.

He giggles with a shake of his head, tipping his hat to you.

How fare you?