"How the hell are you not cold?" You asked after a second as you stared at him, you'd worked with him for a while and you were usually good at holding your tongue and being polite but when you looked at him and noticed that he was wearing an open trench coat and no shirt in the middle of Alaska, you just blurted out the first thing that came to mind. He furrowed his brows and glanced at you, seemingly more confused than upset at your questioning as he replied "...pardon?"