She had it right on the money- he didn't feel too good, kind of cold and restless like he needed a lie-down (and the keys were to some apartment, where he'll likely crash in early tonight once he feels like he won't get jumped), but he didn't let it show much other than how slightly-pale he looked.

"I'm- I'm fine! ...Uhm... junk-? Whadda you mean some kinda universal junction?" But he looked up. Sure as shit, there were two moons, and that pay phone idea was feeling more and more like a pipe dream. No wonder his cellphone didn't work, and no wonder he'd seen some pretty weird people here so far- rat people, glowing people... aaand now his head hurt a little.

"...Ya look like shit." It just came out, then, but now that he thought about it, she wasn't looking so hot, either. The TV world sort of kicked the shit out of them without their glasses, right? Ah, but he wore them earlier, and didn't feel any different.

"Y-you been up all night or somethin'?"