( He lowers his hand and sets it on his chest. The response warrants a glower, though it might not be seen if their attention is on the sky above. )

When? ( He huffs in amusement ). You are lying in the grass on a strange world, unsure of whether you are dead or alive, with a thousand questions that yearn for an answer. To me, it appears that you are already incredibly lost.

( Perhaps it would give him something to hold onto. No matter how seemingly small. )