Damon glanced in the direction indicated. Maybe he was curious to see what sort of a reasonable fascimile of John Lennon this guy had managed to perpetrate. From where he stood, though, he could almost swear that that lad was the real deal. Impressive. And Damon was not an easy one to impress.
A second look revealed a live and not very cancerous looking George Harrison. Curiouser and curiouser.
His attention turned back to Jonesy. "I can see where that might be a bit of a downer," he commented, "that whole who dies when thing. Sort of depressing." His eyes flashed at the other.
"I don't know about you, but I could sure go for another drink. So, I know you're not Brian Epstein or anything. From what I remember, he was something of a twerp. Where do you fit into all of this?" He indicated the party at large with one wave of his hand.