He's going to pull his legs closer, resting his forehead against his knees and lacing his fingers behind his head.

"I know... It... I can't be hallucinating." He can still feel the pain. The pang of hunger and the dizzyness were all too real; He remembers this from when he used to spend hours up in the hangar working on the Moose. And then he flinches slightly at remembering that damned machine.

"I'm... sorry. It's just..." Confusing. He doesn't really need to explain that, does he?