Bel rubs the sweat away with one forearm; it's already started to freeze. The hollowed-out feeling is familiar, nothing but a reaction after the exertion of nerves and effort. Despite the shaken feeling -- no answers, but not the worst answer -- there's a grateful smile for Wash. Good kid; he'd really come through. Bel would have been happy to take him on as a crewmate back home.

"Good thinking. Let's cover this up and get out of here." Whatever they put over the ice will just fall in when it melts, but the inconvenience is far preferable to letting a crewperson fall in now. "If we had more able bodies, I'd say to break it all up and leave it in the shower-rooms to drain later, but it might as well stay where it is."

And warming up in the library sounds really good.