A hmph - yes, obviously it's a special case, you're here and he's never seen you before in his life. Gonna have to try harder than that to make friends, Mr Typewriter.

"I think I'll take the wandering," he says, bending away from the ledge. He's not sure what's so important about whatever he was doing in the dream, but the idea of doing the opposite... It's somehow deeply unthinkable.

(He remembers how the gun asked him what he was fighting for, and not having an answer for her. Maybe it's something to do with this.)