Murphy's made it to the park by the time he sees the person with the inappropriately ice-related name show up with a person in his tail. He's managed to find himself a sword by this time, but yeah. No flying. Can't fight like that. Certainly nothing prehensile attached to his butt for that hands-free experience.

He gestures loosely.

"Hey! There are some monsters over there at least five times my size. I can make bad life choices but one of them is not being a walking carcass and taking on a purple saber-toothed polar bear or whatever that is."

Though he guesses, in their own way, everyone is a walking carcass.