It just seems weird to be throwing out comments like that in a situation like this. There were dozens of other tributes and countless beasts and monsters hunting them down, ready to tear them apart, and it just didn't seem ... appropriate, he supposes, to be calling anyone any compliments here. But then, he never took compliments well anyway, even before he was attacked back home.
Oh well. More interesting of note is the fact that Daryl knows someone from a similar place. Jeremy can't imagine why there'd be more restaurants with murderous animatronic creatures in the world, but he does know that people here come from all sorts of different places. But it really is such a similarity, and with the anonymous note from earlier in mind too, he can't help but wonder. He thinks, maybe he should ask ...
But that's quickly interrupted when the beast above them swoops down and away, and even though they're safe where they are, it's close enough for Jeremy to panic for the moment. He's lost all fondness for creepy creatures swooping down anywhere near his head, after all, so it's a reflex action now for him to grab both sides of his head and hunch over in the grass, his own terrified noises muffled by the screeching noises from the dragon overhead.
He's perfectly fine with waiting there like that until the damned thing's truly gone, but Daryl speaks again and snaps him back to reality. He's not in that pizzeria anymore, that grotesque animatronic isn't crawling on the ceiling, everything's fine. For now.
So now he can laugh at that question. "T-Try and ... not get killed, basically. Which-- o-obviously, I sucked at. That place ... it was a death tr--trap."
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Oh well. More interesting of note is the fact that Daryl knows someone from a similar place. Jeremy can't imagine why there'd be more restaurants with murderous animatronic creatures in the world, but he does know that people here come from all sorts of different places. But it really is such a similarity, and with the anonymous note from earlier in mind too, he can't help but wonder. He thinks, maybe he should ask ...
But that's quickly interrupted when the beast above them swoops down and away, and even though they're safe where they are, it's close enough for Jeremy to panic for the moment. He's lost all fondness for creepy creatures swooping down anywhere near his head, after all, so it's a reflex action now for him to grab both sides of his head and hunch over in the grass, his own terrified noises muffled by the screeching noises from the dragon overhead.
He's perfectly fine with waiting there like that until the damned thing's truly gone, but Daryl speaks again and snaps him back to reality. He's not in that pizzeria anymore, that grotesque animatronic isn't crawling on the ceiling, everything's fine. For now.
So now he can laugh at that question. "T-Try and ... not get killed, basically. Which-- o-obviously, I sucked at. That place ... it was a death tr--trap."