He moves, easily and without pause or question. He wishes they were inside. He wishes they weren't here, in this bizarre and over-observed situation, and there's a pressure in his chest again while he considers the likelihood of that happening anytime soon.

They obviously got them here. Somehow. Wherever here is. (Earth, maybe, which is immediately followed by the thought who names their planet 'dirt'?) Does that mean they could leave? The logistics of it aren't even a reality for him and they're already giving him a headache.

"No, just honest." A half-smile. "I only know how to be comforting with lies and brutal honesty."