[ He breathes out a laugh, more surprised than amused, but he rolls with it. It's kind of what he does. ]

I've been around, sure. [ In more ways than one, giggity. ] I still have no clue what the hell's going on, though. No idea where we came from or where we are or--

[ He takes a look at the trees, as if seeing them for the first time, and he stops. He peers at them critically; they're familiar in a way things haven't been for twenty-six years. ]

... Is it just me, or do those kind of look like trees on Earth?