Hubert's been more or less training without fail, but everyone needs a break sometimes. After freshly showering, he intends on finding something to nibble on- at the very least a glass of water. And, well, purposefully he finds himself stalking into the kitchen- only to come across a rather burly blonde man... procuring... ice? From the-- refrigerator. Although he was more or less used to them, he hadn't been made aware of that function.

Although he finds himself staring for a moment, he quickly notices there's ice falling all over the floor, and he clears his throat.

"You might want to grab a cup to put that in, unless you're attempting to watch people slip and fall."

He's less than amused about the idea, but hey. He'll walk around the ice and the man, going for an empty glass.