"I was in a polar expedition in Antarctica. That's why I've got the coat."

Kinner smiles. He's not thrilled about being dead, eaten alive by a space alien at that, but he is pleased that he doesn't look that way to the stranger. He's honestly pretty healthy, all things considered.

"Thanks for the compliment. It ain't all bad - I've been keeping myself busy here. Makin' good money." He offers a hand. "My name's Kinner. Good to meet you."