"Oh come on. Don't give me that look. I get you probably wouldn't care if you were a ghost, since people have thought you were one for years, but this is awful." If he had a keyboard, he couldn't even touch it! That thought is there, and it's painful. More than it likely should be.

"My gear," he says, shrugging which likely has not much effect given since everything behind him can still be seen. "I was cleaning up from the mining trip, figuring out what I needed to wash." Trying to be good and keep what few clothes he has clean. This is why chores are lame.

"And where are we going?" Not that he doesn't walk that way but he asks.