[Evan gives a low chuckle at the last antics.]

It's just so weird, isn't it? Like a filter. Like you've lost the ability to see certain colors.

[Maybe that's why he's already on edge. It's just insulting to one's perception, really. He sighs, nudging the small pot heating over the fire, boiling some of the dark bitter plants they've been collecting.]

Want some of that root coffee that doesn't taste like coffee, I just really need to pretend it does?