[It isn't abnormal for Atlas not to respond to what he's said, so that's fine. He expects it. Jack rarely spoke up, because his shitty guide was just going to keep rattling off exposition and ignoring him anyway. Maybe there was, at most, a few mumbles under his breath about how all of this is bullshit. Maybe there was a one-liner here and there that he thought was funny, but really wasn't because there's no way he got a real sense of humor. "Looks like that splicer got spliced up," or "Welcome to the circus of fuck yous." Terrible. Just terrible.

He can't have a real sense of humor, he thinks, because he doesn't get why Atlas is laughing. He doesn't know if it's really a comfort that he is, as much as he desperately wants it to be. He can't bring himself to play along, so he'll just try and think his way through this. If he's careful, maybe this won't take a wrong turn.

How much capacity does he have to deal with new information, hm- very little. He'll start small.] Is that really a good thing, Atlas? Would-- [No, he can't bring himself to say that. He feels like he might puke if it rolls off his own tongue.] Would you at least... tell me if you actually want to see the sun again?