Kalinda jogged over to Michael, kneeling down beside him, seeing him shacking, grimacing, as she tried to help him open the suit, to get him out, to warm him. "Ssssh" She said, grateful for her gloved hands as she touched the cold metal of the suit, as her mind rapidly sought how to at least heat up the suit slightly. 

She glanced about as he talked, nodding, "I'll tell them. I'll shut down the machine. After I make sure you won't freeze to death." She thought on the cold days, when she'd wake up to find a layer of ice on her car, having to use tap water to melt the ice off. 

She rose and found a fire hose, knowing that if she tried to heat up the suit with too much heat, it would fracture, or crack, and probably hurt Michael. "Do you think this would work?" She asked, "using tap water to warm the suit up slightly to break you free?"