The dwarf is charmed by your ability to out-cuss her and suspects you might even be worth drinking under the table one fine day.
'What kept ya, Peaches?', she bellows, trying to be seductive. 'You look cute with that toupee but remember, bald is beautiful!' And with that, her own wig slips off her head and falls down to the waiting ice.
'I guess you got zapped here too. Did ya open them other boxes. I bet ya did - that's how you got the headdress, ain't it? Say, what are you any how? Can't say I could put a name to your kind. That don't matter none...
'I can't reach this blamed ice to hack through it. It's got to be the way outta here or at least to some major booty. How about you haul my sorry ass back up and I lower you down, Your look as though you're gangly enough to reach the ice. You can whack away and I'll keep you from a cold bath. What do you say, handsome?'
You should feel free to respond to your garrulous and dazzling comrade in chaos, either in words or actions or a cunningly conceived combination.