P blinks at the continued swear words, although he knows they aren't exactly intended for him. Or maybe they are — he hasn't known many people who swear. For all he knows, those people might not exist for much longer.

It's an odd thought.

"Yes, it is a lot." P nods as he sets the rock down by the shore, avoiding touching the water. "Although it's too much for me to really understand all at once."

There is mud on the knees of his trousers as P rises, but he supposes there won't be anyone here to help him with these sorts of things now. Someone back home would have told him to change, but the dirt doesn't bother him.

"That is strange of the water." P doesn't know much about rivers, but this doesn't seem right. "Do you need to return to town? You seem uncomfortable. Perhaps the machines there could help you."