Blunt, without detail, and...entirely too relatable. Edward winces in sympathy, rubbing his neck awkwardly and glancing to the side.

"Well...unless I got run over by a speeding car before I knew it was coming, I'm pretty sure this isn't an afterlife, so...you've got that going for you?" Ugh, he's horrid at anything approaching comfort. "We should probably find some place to build a decent shelter, I can't tell if this is the type of place to dump rain out of nowhere or not. Quicker we get something set up is the quicker we can think about food."