Oof. Looks like Gramps is mad. Lalo finds the display of anger endearing despite himself. He can imagine Michael getting angry like this. What a sight that would be.

But then, you can't be intimidated by angry people when you're related to Tuco.

He looks at the iced-over door and tries to push on himself. No dice. "You're not kidding," he says with a snort, as he turns to Crozier, with a soft hum. He gets an idea. There's a lot of snow.

"Hey. You don't have a bucket or anything, do you? I might have an idea." He explains, thinking that Crozier probably isn't feeling patient enough to wait for an explantion: "I could melt some water for us. If we pour warm water over it, that might melt the ice." A shrug. "Worth a shot, right?"