"Is it?" Dirk's expression shifts to one of keen interest, the angle of his head shifting to accentuate the narrowing of his eyes and the furrowing of his brow. In another life he'd have a word for that -- a clue. He looks, in fact, as though he might be considering calling it one anyway, except that this mystery is entirely his own, and nobody's paying him to solve it, so he's not in much of a rush.

"That's curious. I mean, it seems unlikely, but maybe I only think that because I've hit my head. Maybe I only think you're here. Maybe none of this is real." He isn't particularly bothered by the possibility, and sounds appropriately unperturbed, even as his gaze drifts off to settle on something in the middle distance and a faint frown tugs at the corners of his mouth.

"Did they tell you existential crisis was a side-effect? Because they omitted that one for me. It seems like they've omitted quite a lot, actually." He dwells on that a few more seconds, attention still caught up in nothingness, before he snaps back and aims a wide smile in Aloy's direction, eyes widening.

"It's like a puzzle. Sort of excellent, don't you think?"