He laughs back, happy to hear that she's coming back from the scare.

"Hey, can I join your club? That's right up my alley." He doesn't have tissues or handkerchiefs to offer, but Ray can at least just be still and let Lydia work herself out in this moment. If nothing else, talking with her makes it easier to get back to himself, too. Yesterday's random drugging had restructured his thought process enough that he still isn't sure which way is up.

Realizing he still cares about a friend is a pretty good salve for that kind of illness, at least.