Dustin wouldn't let her close enough to know the truth. He wouldn't let her know the hell on earth he had lived. He felt her eyes on him several times. He skipped a rock four times before it sunk beneath the surface. "Yes. Echoes ripple out and resound off things. Bouncing back into our ears. Allowing us to hear low sounds or high sounds. Deep sounds or squeaky sounds. They ripple out much like the water does each time the rock hits it. Or when it finally sinks below the surface." He said softly. He was trying to hold a conversation. He just wasn't sure how good of a job he would do. He skipped another rock. Not saying anything. He bit his lower lip then skipped some more rocks. "I wonder what the rocks would tell us if they could about all they have seen." He basically muttered. He sat down and looked over the lake as he fell silent. Not saying anything else. He wasn't sure what to say. This whole conversation thing was odd and awkward. He was used to just being invisible. To ignoring the world around him in order to survive.