"A hundred...? Dear God." Further proof he's being pulled into the delusion? His first thought is how he can't imagine life without the ability to eat or drink anything. He has to assume that having no organs would mean having no ability to do such things.

His mouth crooks into an unhappy frown at being called-out, in a way, for his lack of hysterics. He crosses his arms over his chest. "What kind of agent would I be if I couldn't keep my head in a difficult situation?"