[ Dipper often prefers it himself, but in this desolated city, even the tiniest of sounds makes his skin crawl. Conversation at least keeps him from concentrating on the sound of shifting rocks that could be a mechanical beast about to attack.

He may be just an teensy bit paranoid. That, and their silence after what he'd just witnessed is a little unsettling. ]

How're your hands? And don't give me the obvious answer. Are you going to be able to use them if all we can do is bandage them?

[ He's trying to be practical here. They're going to have a rough time in this city if they can't even use their hands properly. ]