Neal didn't believe her and his face said as much but he was too disoriented to bother arguing. Giving her hand a brief squeeze, he was quick to try and dissolve any lingering worries.

"It takes a lot more than car crashes and evil... force fields...? ...to stop me."

That much had (mostly, barring that four year stint in prision) been the case. Even during his time in prison, Neal like to think he was staying there because he wanted to, not because they could hold him. Looking back up at the ceiling he squinted to try and determine the direct source of light, but there wasn't one.

"Space station... of course..." Neal said. He hesitated at the last part. "...We're in prison aren't we?"