He listens with interest, and a certain amount of enjoyment. "Mm, a lot nicer than Squall!" he agrees, remembering conversations with various people over the last few days wondering if the worsening conditions were comparable with the giant squid attack that had resulted in their removal to Squall.
"So there really were genuine problems, then. I wonder if it was an attack or system failure or what?" He sits up again, as his mind connects the rest of the dots. "And does that mean these are our real bodies? No wristbands." He checks out Ianto's neck and does an over the top pout at the absence of the mark he's been so zealously renewing. "No bruises, either."