[He finally stops spinning, because he gets dizzy and figures that it's probably smart to take a break. His brain needs to not be going round about in order for him to answer questions like that.

What does he intend to do with his theory. So far Dick has only arrived, and all he knows is that he was ... there's a deepening to his mood, a heaviness. His brows furrow and he glances at her. ]

It's a theory, it needs to be tested, explored further. I have no clue about anything here yet. I have to find out more. I mean, that's how science works. There wasn't a whole ton of people coming outta that hospital at once, and you seem to be settled in more than I am. Therefore, you would have been here longer than I have. First bit of evidence gathered.

[His mood seems to be crashing and he'd rather be in an apartment when it happens. There's a new theory forming in his mind and it happens to be about this rain. Fucking mood rain. It's going to put a damper on his plans to check out the manor, but such is life. It doesn't look like he's getting rescued from this god-forsaken new world any time soon, so he'll have time, he hopes.]