He sighs, shaking his head. He can't trust his gut reaction to his arrival here (he doesn't even remember how he found his way into the desert. What moron travels into the desert without water?) Yet he had to trust others around him? It sounded suspicious, sounded like he was going to be risking a lot trusting the people here.

But Cecelia did help him with a terrifying hallucination. Perhaps she had a point, and he could, at the very least, try.

"If it wasn't vague, what would be the point of being here?" He glances at the water in the cup, tilting his head. "There's something very wrong with the people who live here. I can't seem to get a straight answer out of them."