I'm going to pretend that was a 'yes, sir'. Stop freaking out you'll make it worse.

[Sully didn't waste time from there, grabbing the sleeve of the- whatever- and pulling back towards the shore. It was hard to get traction this far out, but he wasn't really that worried about the ice. It was frozen so often that it was pretty thick, so as long as he got the guy sliding in the right direction they should be fine.]

What in the hell were you dong, anyway? You know you're supposed to be keeping a low profile.

[Probably a slim chance of that.

He scowled at the sound of shifting ice and dug his heels in.]

We get back to shore you put on some proper boots so you don't go sliding off like this.