Damn, that's sad. [Said in the same tone that one might discuss the weather, void of any emotion besides absolute neutrality.] Chin up, little buddy, once you do make a hundred friends they'll turn that frown upside down.

[He can't help himself. Even if he'd hate if someone pulled that sort of stunt on him. Even if he didn't have any room to talk on being a little buddy.]

And thank you. I'm rather pleased about it. [Being stuck alone would probably have him being way more restless. And he hasn't gotten to be mean in a while.]

I don't think anything in this place responds to logic. You might as well be asking them if they can turn the sky red- knowing this hell hole, there's some sort of condition that needs to be cleared before we can leave.