Matt lightly takes Ray's arm, listening to the description of the room that Ray gives and trying to picture it in his head. It's far from a complete picture, but he can smell food (not terribly appetizing) and a crowd of people. He shakes his head a little at the idea of food. "No. I'm fine." He's not even sure that he could eat right now without getting sick.

He pauses a moment, trying to figure out how to word his next question without giving too much away.

"How--what did they do to me? My hearing, my sense of touch, my sense of smell, they're all....muted. A lot."

And yet, his senses are still quite a bit better than most people. He's just too busy panicking to really realize that because they are so diminished from what he's accustomed to.