Barrow Fields Oh, can you extract me from my plastic fantasy

he's definitely relieved when the girl doesn't seem bothered by his sudden appearance, though her question increases his embarrassment. uh — dirt? he blurts before he can stop himself, immediately regretting it. i mean — i wasn't hunting anything. i was... looking at... stuff. really fast. what are you doing up there? it's not his most creative diversion, but the last thing he wants to do is explain why he was inspecting a bunch of dirt so enthusiastically.