Though Ted had no idea, the dude he was talking to was probably most mentally unstable. It was a good thing that Ted was very easy-going and therefore probably wouldn't ruffle too many feathers. "Shah! I must have totally wound my watch!" He looked proud of that fact.
"Pretty new. Been here two days. Or three. When there were little dudes running around." However long that had been. He frowned then, thinking that perhaps he should try to keep track of the days. So-Crates might say that was kind of fruitless, though. Dust in the wind, dude.
Shrugging to himself, he grinned amicably and peeked in the hole. "That is most heinous. Do you want help or something?"