It's weird, having someone who isn't either him or his dad in his room. Boba wonders if it would be better just to let the man see one of his memories and let him out rather than have him awkwardly sit there for however long it takes for this to end. None of his memories are quite a secret, per se, but... they're his. And he doesn't like the thought of letting a stranger see.

And so, for a while, Boba just lets him wait in silence. He doesn't know how long it will take for the stranger to be released—for all he knows, maybe it will just take a few minutes. However, as those minutes tick by and the man still remains sitting there in the sand, Boba starts to get bored. Maybe it would be better to say something, just to pass the time.

"Uh... My name is Boba," he supplies. "Who are you?"