"No, you're not," was Lassiter's curt reply.

This guy reminded him of Spencer, but as long as he didn't start trying to convince him he was a psychic anytime soon... Then it might be alright. Maybe. He just rolled his eyes at the next remark.

"That's nice. I don't care."

And Lassiter did notice the "oasis". And also that one of them roared. He frowned, tilting his head down to look over the rims over his aviator glasses. "Trees here don't normally do that, right?" he prompted, genuinely asking.