"Nooooooooooo." Octane defended against the claim, as if that alone was just all that was needed, but followed up with. "That's not how any of that works." And just like that Octavio dismissed the whole thought with a wave of his hand. "Truth be told, I can't be lying about it." And when he received something resembling a look of disbelief, he was prompt with. "I can't be lying, my pants ain't on fire, amigo!" Yup. Pure, sound, brilliant, logic.
When it came to Octavio, there was order to him as long as you looked carefully for it. Sure in this situation, you might miss where that order might be, but he had a track record of being very tactically sound during the games. The thing that Stan was looking for was, he just had little regard for his own safety.
After all, you missed 100% of the shots you didn't take.
"Lets go." With that, the Octane stepped right out into the snow and cold, and it was immediate in his response. "Dios mio, hace jodidamente frio. Creo que mis bolas volvieron a mi cuerpo." Which was followed by a number of curses as he wrapped his arms around his own body. "Lets goooo!" Octane said as he pushed forward more quickly with not much care if he was yanking Stan with - he was clothed.
Once they got to their place, he quickly opened the door and patted his body to get his blood pumping. "That was unpleasant.." He muttered while walking towards his bedroom discarding his towel along the way. Once clothed in something that resembled normal Octane then took point to show the fabled bathroom.
"YES!" He proclaimed! "Bathroom, puta." And he made motion as if he was dropping a mic.