He presses his lips together, brows knotting up. That's confusing. Maybe believable? He's seen some crazy shit; it's not outside the realm of possibility. But, again, it's discouraging. He fumbles the communicator off his ear and just, looks at it.
"I don't think I got to that part on my little doo-dad. S-so all of this is in our heads." He's afraid to ask if Kirk knows anything about where their bodies are. "Oh, wait! But, dude, if this is all in our heads, can we like ... make dishes float around with just our thoughts?"