Vincent

You peck at the ice round the yeti's foot while Maroo boxes and kicks the other, but without sucsess. "It's no good" gasps Maroo, clutching her bruised hand "we might be able to turn into something more useful in about 55 minutes"

"What do you mean?" asks the yeti

Maroo explains everything to the yeti. "I've seen a lot of human activity round here, it must be Hex. If it wasn't for these dratted blocks of ice stuck on my feet I'd show you the way. My name's Vincent, by the way."