[There he goes, scoot scooting... Great! Here goes Diggers, crouching down to squint at the floor and try to determine if his glasses are down there. There are some oddly-placed shadows here, huh (they're stains. maybe even mold).]

Hey hey hey! Not a good time to be defeatist, friend! Let's at least dress and escape this room before we lose hope! Even if our lodgings are less than satisfactory, [because he just touched one of those stains, ew,] we will find our way back to days in the sunshine eventually!

[Or something. He exclaims from down here on the floor, wriggling his arm into the space between the bed and wall to find his big glasses at long last. When he pops back up, he can see his new friend in HD at last... hello.]

There, much better! [Hm, maybe he'll lift his hands... off this bedspread...] Good gracious, was it like this whole time?