[Andy, having been, once more, going for his usual aimless walks to fend off the spectre that was existential dread brought on by being trapped in a horror snowglobe, just stared at Kuja blankly.]

Uh. [He scratched the back of his head.] Oh, sure. You're here about the... thing. Y'know. That stuff that's... happening. Yeah.

[...]

Okay, I don't know. What're you here to talk about?