[Gamzee glances down, as well, face blooming into an expression of amusement as he watches Henry's toes attempt to dig into the cold, hard dirt.]

Does a brother of the green all somethin' wicked motherfuckin' good to be all gettin' his ass up out at the freshest of fucking airs, don't it the fuck not, yo?

[He finally lifts his head, looking back up at Henry as he asks his question.]

Ain't never all was one for the mother fuckin' trees at before what's now, though. Liked me them wide-opens. See far out, see the mother fucking sky and shit, fuckin' all that motherfuckin' noise.

[He was babbling on, probably as a result of being driven stir-crazy from the lack of social interaction he'd had for the past few days. It was amazing how little time it took for him to itch for a conversation, even though he'd previously gone years in seclusion back before arriving here. Suddenly curious, Gamzee raised an eyebrow, folding his withering green arms over his chest and tilting his head. His dreadlocks fell to the side, weighed down by the plant growth entwined with them.]

You all come a long way just to make mother fucking small talk, bro.