There's more than a flicker of confusion on Chris's face and the only thing it melts into is even more confusion. He starts to wonder if perhaps everything that happened on the mountain is finally starting to catch up with him and he's having some kind of psychological break.

"Larry," he says the name with unnecessary snide, because he's totally blaming his teacher for all of this, "Gave a lecture on ancient Egyptian inventions and I thought it was cool so he said I might learn some stuff here. He didn't say anything about..." He gestures vaguely with his sad, near-empty plastic cup. "Whatever this is."

Whatever this is being clearly something staged, he's still convinced. Maybe if he'd met some of the other museum displays first he'd be more inclined to believe the impossible, but--

"What are you? Like one of those historic reenactors?"