This isn't normal where I'm from. If we discovered something like this, we'd tear it down with our bare hands if we had to.

[This is the first time since arriving that he's really said aloud that he's thinking of home. It's not just an eyesore, but it reminds him that he really is stuck here. From the sound of 'country air,' though, he wonders if this human is also one of the mirror-folk.]

'We?' What do you want from me?