Hey, he's with you there; at least in the sense that the number of people he interacts with is roughly ninety percent park-goers, and even if he thought more than once in a blue ( … ha ) moon to ask questions, it wouldn't get him anywhere. He's basically been making some measure of sideways progress in the form of getting more familiar with his surroundings, but the reality of it is he's getting exactly nowhere in the larger scheme of things.

They're still just as clueless as they had been when they'd stepped onto the monorail. Par for the course, or something, isn't it?

At least Lance is satisfied that the other boy does know her name; he's quiet for a couple of chip-crunching seconds before he swallows and sinks down a bit lower in his current position, fiddling with the seam on his pants before he realizes he's fidgeting and stops. "Yeah, guess we should," he hums like he's actually thinking about it. Because it would really be a great idea. Shiro would be proud of them for thinking to take the initiative to try to figure things out.

"So … when d'you wanna go?" To the other parks, he means. Because this place is so much bigger than he'd originally thought. Not. That that means anything. He has zero frame of reference.