[ As he begins to straighten his gaze shifts from her boots, to her face. He meets her confusion and question with a toothy grin. Someone else might've not got such an openly friendly welcome from him. ]

Hard to say yet.

[ The shovel gets stabbed into the ground and he leans against it for support, hands clasped and resting on the handle end. He's muscular in a kind of wiry way, someone who relies on speed and acrobatics rather than brute force.

He cocks his head to the side, raising both eyebrows. ]

Do you remember when my domain was humming and buzzing - how it felt like something was shaking it from beneath? [ Back when they were all stuck in strange places, getting punted around domains they didn't mean to enter. ] I know it sounds ridiculous but I was talking to someone else about it and thought - why not see what's there?

[ And thus, the digging. He's aware this is all probably for nothing. Everything within his domain is created by him, including all of this dirt - it's his mind and will literally filling in gaps he's creating right now. But it's one of those things that seem so obvious, and yet - why not just confirm it? ]