As Pangaea and Guido searched for a group to join (or another individual to join them), Pangaea’s mind once again began nervously racing. While he greatly enjoyed his conversations with Guido, he desperately wanted a chance to talk to others in the valley as well. So far, besides his argumentative discourse with Mr. Threehorn the previous day, he had spoken briefly to Cera, Amy, Chronicler, Ruby, Anna, and that friendly fast biter (whose name he hadn’t caught), but in every case inopportune circumstances had meant that those conversations had to be cut short. But now, Pangaea was wondering if that had been for the best. He had extremely poor confidence in his socializing skills, and considered himself extremely bad at initiating conversations. What would he actually say when he finally had a chance to speak with somebody else without interruption? He doubted his extensive knowledge of prehistoric life would be of much interest here; he already knew about most of the gang’s adventuresónot much point in discussing those; and he didn’t want to just talk about himself, for fear of appearing self-centered.
Pangaea really didn’t know how to say anything to a stranger (or, at least, someone he didn’t know too well personally) without a prompt; he needed the other party to establish the subject of the conversation first. Pangaea sighed. He usually liked to have an idea of what he was going to say ahead of time, but seeing as he didn't even know who he would meet (privately, he hoped it would be a member of the gang, or one of the GOF members he had already spoken toóhe felt more comfortable continuing a conversation than starting a new one), he figured he would just have to improvise. Oh well, he thought, better to say something and risk looking like a knucklehead than staying silent and being left out.