Ciaran squinted at him slightly, trying to figure out if he was being sarcastic or not. Apparently that sort of thing was hard to pick up on voices that were right inside your head.
"That's... alright, I..." he really didn't even know what to think about any of it. Every single bit of it was insane. He was trying to think back and figure out if there had been a point in the evening that he might have taken a tumble and banged his head. "Jesus Christ, this fucking day..." he muttered instead, mostly to himself.
He gave a bit of a nod about the elevator. Sitting with a whiskey sounded like the best possible course of action right now. He didn't know how to operate the glowing panel, so he'd leave that part to Dan as well.