Devin isn't certain what having broken ribs has to do with anyone's ability to receive information; he was just as lucid four days ago as today. Perhaps even more so, although he can allow for the fact that pain has always had a way of sharpening his senses, rather than dulling them, and that isn't the case for everyone.

His expression clouds with both bemusement and dislike for the direction X seems to be taking. "I wasn't aware I was subject to your abilities at the time," Devin begins slowly, processing his reaction to that in context of X's clear hesitation. "You don't seem especially sleep-deprived, if you haven't been sleeping since the incident in the park," he continues. A pause. "How much will you remember?"