[Dave doesn't try particularly hard to keep up the dead facade. He doesn't sit up, but he folds his arms over his chest and stares upward at Aoba like he's enjoying a pleasant rest on the beach. In the snow.]

It'd be a lot easier to answer that if you'd stop jittering your hand back and forth. [Maybe he's not actually doing that. Dave sits up, with a groan, sliding his hands under his sunglasses to rub his face.]

Are you here to welcome me, Lollipop guild? Can you tell me where the hell I am?