If she would speak English, he wouldn't have to.

He strips his shirt off without hesitation, balls it up and chucks it at her.

'Ta.'

Just like home, this.

He picks up the bucket and is about to just pour the thing over him, but then thinks she'll probably not take too kindly to that. So he shoots her another look, then does the best he can.

And it really is sodding cold, now.