"I dunno, maybe they're color-coded?" There's a joke somewhere around here about reds and blues, but he can't recover enough context to arrange it in a way that makes sense. "Weirder things have happened." Presumably. "Maybe I'm reaching, but if I'm wrong, then I dunno what else it could be, 'cause there's literally nothing else out here besides just grass and some really bright flowers."

The longer he talks, the more...maybe the word confident doesn't really apply, but it feels more familiar, an instinct for stacking words into the silence. Did he know people like this, who were just generally laconic and needed someone to fill their ears with noise in the absence of anything else?

Something about that feels right.

"Either way, I don't think we're in trouble yet. Not...critically, anyway. This could be temporary, or just some kind of simulation experiment, or...anything."