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

he flushes further at her words, shrugging and trying very hard not to implode. i mean uh... i was trying to figure out what these dirt mounds are, and there are a lot of them, so... he shakes his head suddenly, entirely done trying to explain himself. he's pretty sure if he tries any more, he will implode. it doesn't matter. hey, uh, what's your name?