He's not as clearheaded as he'd like to be right now. Others likely had it significantly worse, dealing with the biting cold as well as ... having ... been a squid ... (that's definitely one he needs to investigate further), but it's not the level of acuity Lahabrea preferred.

Which means when there's a scraping sound above, after a voice suggested there was clothes in a crate, this seems perfectly reasonable. Toss it down, he can get some pants and maybe some shoes..

"Yes, that would be fanta--" No. No it wouldn't, wait, wouldn't that just break a hole-- "WAIT NO, it might punch through the ice!" Although he can't actually see anyone, he waves his hands as if it'll somehow ward off this less than well thought out decision. "I- I'll come up just.. give me a moment. Actually could you ..toss down something that might be pants first if you can? Average hyur sized if you can find anything of that sort."

The cold wasn't bothering him much but he WAS soaking wet and running around buck naked really isn't something he should be doing.