So—you don't know how you were brought here. Or by who—who "they" are. Or what they want, or how to leave, or what our fate is intended to be. [This is, believe it or not, his polite side talking.]

Do you mind if I ask what you do know? Besides the—[he glances at the pond, where his fishing line is again neglected]—fishing tips, of course. As valuable as they were. [Cheeky little shit that he is.]