Sitting in one of the shadier spots of this section of the yard, there were parts of something that had likely once been someone's digital clock methodically strewn out in front of him as he did something with them.

Absorbed in his current project, he didn't register the other patient approaching until he spoke up next to him, and letting out a startled yelp he jolts away from the sudden unexpected noise. Seeing that it's just another patient, fear turns to embarrassment before settling into a petulant scowl.

"Yeah? And what ain't 'peculiar' in this place?" He responds snappishly, gathering himself and snatching his screwdriver back up before returning his attention to the mess of parts and wires. For a moment, it seems like that bratty retort is likely to be the end of his contribution to the conversation, but apparently, he thinks better of it after a second or two. "Peculiar, how?"