"If they could get us out, people would've probably already tried." That was if this place was real and not fake, which is probably was. Some percentage of him was sure of that. But why would he come up with some random boathouse? Was it to mentally move himself down the river and back to consciousness? Desmond could almost hear Subject 16 tell him to get his shit together. Whatever this was, he might as well roll with it. Unless he wanted to hole himself up in the house forever. Which wasn't a terrible option. Get your shit together, Des.

He narrowed his eyes slightly at the kid, who didn't really look like much of a threat, and his curiosity was in play. Seeing more of this place might give him clues, or at let him know where he was so he could move around the village easily. He was going to wear himself out on paranoid thoughts alone. "Okay." He knew that she sounded a little flat, and tried to remind himself how to people. "Thanks. I'm Desmond." He walked down to the pathway.