I think I'm at home, asleep, having a really weird dream. [He rubs the back of his neck and instead of taking the kite he pulls his own chunk of chalk out of his coat.] All right, so it looks like you aren't screwing with me.

Do you... know how to work one of those things? [He nods to the kite, unsure. The principle for the trap is sound. It's just...

He's never flown a kite before. That was the sort of things kids did when they had yards and toys and such. Not an orphan in a children's home.]