After grabbing a glass, he'd wait by the counter, raising a brow at the now-annoyed man.

"Barely any ice, indeed," he'll reply. "You've only just about covered the floor in it."

Not that he's particularly bothered, but he will watch his step as he approaches the fridge, opening up the door opposite as he looks in. It seems that the ice isn't coming out anymore, which is both good and probably bad for this stranger's mood.

Pulling out a pitcher of lemonade, he'll start pouring it into his glass.

"Do you not have refrigerators where you come from?"

He'll admit, this tickled his curiosity.