"You too? Man, the Precursors really should’ve left some user manuals for all that junk they left lying around. Maybe a warning sign or something. We’ve been stuck in this place for two years and so far I am not having a lovely vacation." 

"...I don't otherwise know the Precursors to have had contact with Golarion but it's a big place, so I guess they could have left a mirror snake monster that teleported people here and it could have hibernated until I happened across it."

"Wouldn't be the weirdest thing they've ever done."

"What... were... they."

"The Precursors? Why, by studying the many artifacts they left behind," Daxter intones in a slightly mocking imitation of someone he has clearly heard something like this from enough times to have it down word for word, "we can learn many things about their civilization and its history - like that they hated ergonomics and couldn't be bothered to clean up after themselves."

That's not very helpful. Does he by any chance have anything more helpful he will say after that if Blai keeps looking at him expectantly.

"What? You came here to ask me about the Precursors? Do I look green to you? Look. I’ve been through some Precursor ruins in my time. They make no sense. I went through a whole underwater city and I couldn’t find a single bathroom. I did find a switch in the basement that filled the place up with dark eco."

"- green?"

"It's a color. Look, don't we all have better things to do than stand around outside talking about ancient history?"

"Like what?"

It's at this point that Jak sighs and walks past both of them to knock in a precise and irregular rhythm on the graffiti. A small section of wall that doesn't have a handle or knob slides up into the wall above it to reveal a staircase down.

Boy he hopes this is the right secretive conspiracy and not a totally unhelpful unrelated secretive conspiracy.

Down the stairs they go.

There is a small basement room with a few bunk beds, a zoomer, a table, some papers on the walls, and a man sitting at the table.

The man has a tattooed face like a member of the Krimzon Guard and looks at Blai sourly. "Who are you?"

"I am Select Blai Artigas."

He continues to look at Blai sourly. "What are you doing here?"

"...well, I'm looking for someone called the Shadow, and I don't know if you are he, so I don't know if what I'm doing is finding him or not."

Torn chuckles unkindly. "You and half the Krimzon Guard."

"I talked to the metal heads yesterday."

"Really." He’s aiming to come across as mildly interested. (Jak and Daxter are not mildly interested.)

"Yes. I don't normally speak any languages spoken here and the spell I'm using to talk to you now worked fine on their language too. The people at the hospital don't tell me anything much; it was the metal heads' idea that if I wanted to broker a peace I should try talking to the Shadow."

"You asked the metal heads how to broker peace."

"...not to get a complete plan of action from them, to get some context on what they'd want and whether they'd be able to abide by it."

Torn draws breath to answer that, considers, says "hang on" and scribbles something on a piece of paper on his lap that he's hiding with his other hand. He folds it up, holds it out, making eye contact with Jak.

"Jak, take this, go read it where no one will see it, then destroy it."

"Hey! You can't just kick us out!"