"I can write." And draw, a little. This seems kind of ridiculous to him, but he'll keep that to himself because writing down his activities costs him nothing but some mild annoyance, and it might make everyone else happy.

He'll let Steven help him to his feet, checking himself over a little as he gets up. Everything seems in working order, so he goes to scoop up his backpack again; even if everything else is making him feel completely out of his comfort zone, at least this small weight against his back is familiar, grounding.

"If there was nothing else, I'm going to go exploring before dark." Which will get him away from these weird, weird people for a few hours.