Raine would be correct on that assumption. Being shocked/numb/dissociative is the best that he could hope for right now. That, and he's on the knife's edge of sanity right now, so he's really not about to question anything weird that is not immediately trying to kill him.

When she asks her question, though, he gives her a bit of a look and raises his hands. "Yeah, a little bit." At least he's feeling better now, and not like he's been thrown around by a cloud of death nanites like an orca playing with a seal...for his most recent injuries. He sighs and lowers his hands, looking up at the ceiling. "Not how I wanted to spend my night," he mumbles.