[As if to better imagine that which Haise suggests, he glances down at his feet and contemplatively shifts his weight from one to the other. In truth he prefers to leave his feet bare, a vein of the vasty wilds of Mount Pelion that he holds within him still. Thus it is with some reluctance that he answers, his eyes lifted to his companion once more.]

I clad my feet in boots when this company was made to trek across the frozen tundra of Zeta-12, and so these are not wholly strange to me. Let us see if now too they shall be suitable.

[So speaking, he moves toward the modest shelf on which are displayed several pairs of boots in various sizes.]