[At least this time, he's not startled by the blue blood. His teeth bare, also covered in blood thanks to dog urges before he spits out a huge glob of it to the floor.
Now what. To continue to attack Snowman, or to dig for the ring? Decisions, decisions. What he can do, is stand up in the tank, because its tall enough to fit him apparently, which isn't saying much all things considered.
Thankfully, there's a glint of gold in the corner of his eye, so he'll forgo beelining for Snowman's face to reach down to pick it up, all while quipping at her:]