He's rubbing his chin thoughtfully, trying to piece together something they might have done here to set them off. It reminds him of that House of Mirrors on the last island. But before he can puzzle anything out of it Kyle's yelping arrests his attention.

"What? Who? Oh. Yah, I mean I see more creepily realistic mannequins," he squints and adjusts his glasses out of habit. "I don't recognize them though. Should I?"