[ If Barry's offended, it doesn't show at all in his expression; if anything he seems to light up at the chance to explain himself, eyebrows raising right up his forehead. ]

All my life. I just, I though it'd be different, you know? You think abductions and you expect aliens, b-but I think they just like to follow me around and watch and never do anything, because what the heck kind of aliens take a bunch of people down to Florida? Florida's nothin' special, unless we're actually on some other planet right now that just resembles Florida a whole lot and... everyone here looks just like humans...

[ His eyebrows burrow like he's thinking that possibility over and finds it deeply upsetting; lacking a pen to purge whatever thoughts are building up now, he pauses in his diatribe to fish into his bag and withdraws a bag of skittles. ]

I don't think that's right, though, but then I've got no idea. People can't do this sorta thing.