Claude's been fascinated by the ocean over their heads for his own reasons, but he's much less concerned about anything like tourists (?) or safety regulations (???) so much as the magical theory behind whatever invisible barrier or structure is holding the whole thing up. It's all a bit beyond him, and he's deep in thought when another newbie approaches him.

And starts rambling. And rambling. Claude barely understands half of it, the teenager looking increasingly perplexed, before he finally has to speak up.

"Whoa whoa whoa there, dad guy. I have no idea what you're talking about, but I'm literally not in charge of any of this," he says, shaking his head. "Can you, uh-- try to calm down? Deep breaths?"