"Okay," he says, because sure, why not, that sounds just about as plausible as anything else. "Nice to meet you. Thanks for helping me not get eaten."

That part he sort of genuinely means, but it's hard to sound genuine when he's still annoyed from having been tossed, and also still figuratively shitting himself.

"So is there any shot at maybe getting OUT of Hell?" he says, not really expecting anything helpful in return.