"Hey, who am I to judge?" Matt responds as if he's terminally incapable of recognizing sarcasm. He doesn't admit that he's heard stranger things in his time. Hell, he's been known to do exactly that. It's always proven a good source of information. If there's one thing all of them seem to sorely need right now, it's some line on exactly what they've gotten themselves into.

He's happy to continue the ignorant ruse by sipping his cocktail. Matt even adds a faint "mmm" for dramatic effect, to really drive home the innocent ruse. "You're right. Why would I complain about something grafted onto my face, as long as I can drink to forget it? You don't seem to be lacking any oxygen, it seems."