For a moment he doesn't answer, doesn't even stop or give any indication that he heard Soldat say anything. He knocks another chunk of ice off, enough to finish coiling the length of rope before him, and winds it into a coiled heap, then sighs and looks back over toward Soldat.

"And let it keep accumulating? Who knows how thick it'll get," he calls back, finding it easier to come up with reasons for why what he's doing is necessary than to admit he's just taking out his frustration by attacking something that can't fight back.