He's quiet as he considers this, as another bout of shivering wracks his body and makes him grit his teeth, but there seems to be feeling creeping back into his extremities, which means any frostbite he's sustained will be minor. If he loses a finger in the next few days, it won't be because of the cold.

There has to be a way to tell her what he's asking without giving Samaritan anything to hear so he lets out a long, shuddering breath, lets his muscles quake and jump, trying to work heat back through his body, and he makes his decision.

"In New York -- everywhere really -- there are people who work together and they tell themselves it's for the good of the rest of the population." He can't use the word organization without being picked up as having used a keyword, he can't mention either of the ASI and as much as he'd like to see Samaritan turned off for good, he knows he can't risk that without risking the Machine, too, and she needs to stay. "They're... prone to being in the same area where injuries are often sustained." Violence, aggression, two more keywords he can't use.

He smiles then, a grim expression, and says, "They don't like me or my friends very much, but they're everywhere. I'm just hoping not to walk into a situation I won't walk out of."