( Again, he just... what? Staring at him, brow raised, he looks away then, arms still crossed in front of his chest. Of all the people he could run into here, he gets this guy. Sigh on his lips, he shakes his head, turning. )

You don't make a whole lot of sense. You know that, right?

( Taking a few steps, he lets his arms drop down and takes a second to look around. He wants to reach out with his telepathy — wants to see if he can pick up on anyone here that might even just barely be familiar to him, but. After what had just happened, he's not so sure. )

This planet is broken. I can feel it dying and instead of trying to save it, they bring us here for some sort of game.