[He nods. It sure is like someone had helpfully hidden the majority of their figurative puzzle pieces under the couch before they'd even gotten to start their puzzle.]

As far as we know, it's only the two of us. It's fortunate to know people from before our kidnapping, but even so, I've yet to encounter anyone who hasn't been willing to work with us. [He gives her a smile, almost rueful as he finishes drying his feet and heads over closer to her. Not in an attempt to breach her personal space or anything, just to converse more comfortably without having to call across the room. Though, come to think of it, had that even been an issue...? He'd been able to hear her perfectly fine, after all.

Another oddity of this place to file away as he folds his towel in his arms.]

By the way, considering that you know about flowers, do you know much about flower language? I found the strangest flowers in my room, [thanks, Ren,] and was wondering if there were any meaning to them. A tall pink flower with a fern-like bottom?

[He's trying to describe Astilbe, but simply doesn't know enough to say so.]