Swamped

All it says is "On thin ice". Which could mean any number of things, but they're nearly all bad. Unless Qlat is pointing you to a freezer or something of the sort.

Do they even have freezers in this time? You're not sure.

Well, you'll need to tell someone about the flooding here, you might as well ask if they've got any source of ice while you're at it. So you head back to Evan and inform him about the water and the vanishing intruder.

"So, wait, they spat a lot of water at you and then vanished?" he asks. "I didn't see anyone leave."

"Yeah, well, just be careful when you go in to fix it. I've got no clue how." You pause. "By the way, this might be a weird question, but you wouldn't happen to know a place to get ice, would you?"

"Ms. Patterson brought some over. We needed it for cooling some special wine. Why do you ask?"

So they do have freezers, probably.

"I dunno. Just a weird hunch. I don't suppose you could tell me where it is?"

"I'm not sure. Last I heard, the patient had been treated, but we were waiting to see if there were any complications we might still need the wine for. If it's still here and the patient's done with it, I suppose there's no harm. Maybe you could ask Ms. Patterson what happened with it - she'll be sitting around somewhere. She's got an eyepatch, so I don't think you'll have trouble identifying her."

"Thanks," you say. You worry this is all a big waste of time, but on the offchance that a god really does want you looking into it, you don't want to get in trouble for not doing it.

So you wander around and soon enough, you spot Ms. Patterson. She's talking to someone, though.