[The boy on the comm looks even younger than Greg's son. And that should mean that he's bright and happy, right? That's how small children are supposed to be.]

[He's not. He looks exhausted. His expression is too blank and he's very twitchy like he can't hold still. It's not the normal hyperactivity and aimlessness of kids that age, it's something more anxious. He's playing with the comms like he's rediscovering them again, like they're something he didn't ever expect to hold in his hands again.]

That's a good name. I like that name.

[He rambles because his thoughts aren't the clearest right now, but he's trying to talk anyway, as if he finds it absolutely imperative to inform Greg what he thinks of his name.]

That's like my name expect not like my name, it's kind of like my name because there's a whole air of mystery, except I guess my name is a little too on the nose because it's 'Captain Mystery' only nobody uses that really, they just call me Dipper although Donnie calls me Cap like some hero in his universe that's like Sergeant Exceptionalism except maybe cooler.

[He pauses, and then does everything backwards by saying what he should've said first.]

Hi. I'm Dipper.

[The Medbay people gave him his comm back because his first treatment with the telepaths means he's not a security risk anymore. That doesn't really mean he's back to himself yet. Sorry, new guy, enjoy the weirdo kid who's getting his brainwashing undone.]