[Thancred has to peer at the machine-- he still has no clue how it works, just that it's meant to keep perishables cold and stable until such time that they're needed. So convenient! Yet so foreign.]

Ah, but indeed I am! Imagine my shock when I came to in a wheeled machine I've naught a name for, and unceremoniously brought here. [Perhaps he's embellishing just a bit... but no harm in that, right?]

I've still my bearings to get, but I believe I can perform admirably once I do.