The human voice was jarring after all the ribbitting, and even with the translator it took Bucky a second to wrap his mind around the words.

When he looked up he saw another person from the ship, one of the other transplants. Wary, Bucky stood up from where he'd been crouched by the water, and gave a small nod to the newcomver. "I'll take heat over ice any day. But it ain't exactly my natural environment, either."

He didn't miss the strange transition from one skin texture to another on the man's forearm, his gaze flicking down and back up, curious.