At least she doesn't think he's crazy. In this situation, though... Well, it'd be crazier to not think something was up, wouldn't it? Matt's not sure. He's not sure of much at the moment, honestly. He tries to relax a little, bouncing and leaning and testing his weight on the bed. Testing reality itself in his own subtle way.

There's no protocol for this. There's nothing in any of the manuals - none of what he remembers - about unreality. About simulations. The concept rolls around in Matt's mind like a lead ball, heavy and toxic, leeching away his attention. The brainwashing was terrifying enough, without the weight of his unspoken memory hanging over his shoulders. He struggles with where it fits in, or whether it's relevant at all to the place he finds himself - But it almost has to be. It's too much to be a coincidence.

"Can you stop dodging long enough to answer something? I'm serious," He certainly sounds like he is, "Do you remember being taken? Imprisoned anywhere?"