"How they work?" Vriska promptly retracted any earlier thoughts on his intellect as her glare returned with a vengeance. After all, if he couldn't figure out how to work with a basic hammer, he probably was retarded. At least a little.
...still, an ally was an ally, however temporary or retarded they were. For now, she'd stick with him. Whatever advantage she could find in this place was probably for the best. Sighing audibly (how lucky he was, that he had such a kind ally in this place!), the girl kept sawing away, making a small block. "It had things that were close enough."
Something in that sentence finally clicked in Vriska's mind, and the young teen dropped what she was doing to stare incredulously at the boy. "You don't actually believe that dream bullshit, do you?"