"Oh. Ear plugs." He knows what those are! Donnie had given him a pair some time back, but they were all squished afterward so he tossed them in the trash. He hadn't considered something like that would be necessary in a place like this.

"I'm okay..." Still trying to process how horrible it feels to have no control of his own body (again), but physically... He suddenly looks alarmed and holds his arms out in front of him, examining them. (Nothing looks different. No new scars, no green rot, no weird markings.) "Do I look like me?"