The snow, the cold, the Russians--it's almost like being home again for Dimo. Except there's booze at home. Real booze. Booze that will actually get him good and drunk, after a few bottles. In the meantime, this is actually kind of comforting, for a simulation, but he gives Archer a doubtful look.

"Hyu's gonna vant to get dot looked at," he replies, trying to be helpful. "Unless dot kind of ting's normal for hyu..."