"...You are an inquisitive one as well, it seems." Not unlike himself, at any rate. For now, he fusses with the dandelions, scrounging up a paper cup to house them in. He carefully adds a little bit of water to it, for them to drink. At least they still have roots, rather than be plucked at the stem....

"We can find soil later, perhaps once the power returns."

He regards Connor in silence for a few seconds, thinking.

"I like bugs. By proxy, I also like flowers. Often, both go hand in hand. I think that is the greatest beauty of them. Something that feels like humans dismiss or forget at times."

His antenna quivers a little, flicking slightly.

"...It is kind of you to also ask if I need food secured. I do not know. I am not hungry, and so far, procuring food is not difficult."

A beat, as he considers.

"Does the dark trouble you?"