He laughs at the idea of what he thinks he must've looked like...and then sobers quickly, taking it all in. Then looks him in the eye drawing in on his cigarette one more time and releasing it. "Okay." He's not giving away much of what he's thinking right now. "That's certainly a diagnosis." He takes yet another drag; buying himself more time for thought. "I also notice that's a lot of what they think. What do you think?"