Jason tilts his head to the side at the stick-snapping, brows knit behind the scarves and hoods, and then gives a bemused blink at the-- oh, don't say it, don't say it--

--alright--

--the comical expression of anger thus created on the nightmarish bone-creature's 'face'.

His lips twitch behind the parka's concealing ruffs.

"You needn't make that face at me," is what he says aloud. "I am having to proceed by a process of yes-and-no elimination, here. Your current limbs are not wearing one of the bracelets. I've been here nearly a year and have yet to see any individuals made of bone appearing via the tablets. It was a reasonable question.

"That said, I intended no offence by it, and if I have given such then I apologise."

Briefly-- very briefly-- Jason considers attempting to form another connection with the creature, because this is really a very unwieldy way to communicate, but he has no desire to expose his psyche to that vast, stagnant, lifeless expanse again. Pass.

"Are such... entities... as yourself... common, in your home reality?"