"Yeah, right back atcha," Icene glared back at it, until the light in it's eyes had faded completely. Then she sighed, now what was she going to do with this mess? And how on earth did you explain this sort of thing to maintenance...
She sat back down in a chair, after carefully wiping off the ice and frost, and stared dolefully at the creature, still encased in ice. "The trouble you're gonna cause me, I'd probably have done better to have run screaming," she paused, then barked a short laugh, "yeah, right, like I'd ever do that. But if you got my clean sheets messed up I will be seriously even more pissed at you than I am now."
Great, talking to a frozen thing, she was going mad, she had to be.