"I know what you mean. It ain't the same with the little voice box. Like talkin' on the phone without no operator. Weird thing. I don't like it much." He rolls to pull the tablet out of its tuck at the end of his bedroll.

Waving it a little at her, he sits up straighter. "You ever seen anything like this before? 'Cause I sure ain't. Don't make any kinda sense. None 'a this does."

If there seemed to be some reason for being here, something they could grasp or understand, he'd feel better about it all. He'd know how to parse it.