"Yeah, well, I've got a medical diagnosis for my weird." Dylan said with a snort, and shrugged his shoulders. He cast his attention towards the party at large, and seemed almost startled to see that there were other people in the room. For a while he'd almost been convinced that it had been him and Dave and the smack, and that was it. "Yeah." He agreed. "Everybody seems-" His eyes glanced over the crowd, "Well, high." He said with a laugh. "And happy, yeah. Relaxed. Everyone seems alright." He turned his head back to Dave, "This place is good, man, better than a lot of places, better than any place I been before. Kind of .. safe."