He sunk comically into his seat, exhaling in relief.
"Oh good, was 'fraid Ah'd have t' run." He shook his head. "Not really, very podunk little world in the galaxy. Was happy to get off the rock meself." Well, not really.
"Snow?" He grimaced, not pleased. "Heats easier t' handle. Snow is a two-stage affront; first it's cold, then it's wet AND cold."
Suicide? Maybe that's a normal statistic to know about.