"Yeah. They would less likely lead to a real hallucinations if I tell 'em after I'm better." The lack of sleep, the sometimes fever, malnutrition he knew they were all factors in what he saw. And he knew some of it would be far to painful to not be sure if it was right in front of him.
Arthur glanced over at John. "I'll tell you what, I'll right them down in my journal so I'll have them the next time we run into each other. I like to observe before rattling off a ton of questions." Because the answer might come to him as he observed. The most pressing issue would be sleep, and possibly a bath. And eventually food. Nothing seemed like it would be so pressing that he'd have to act like a reporter for the news paper. Though when they reached the end of the grass, and the beginning of the odd metal flooring. "Though you might have to occasionally remind me that this is real." Though why he'd imagine this shit up was beyond him.