There's a lot to unpack there, admittedly, not in the least because he has no fucking clue what facehugger is. He's opting not to ask, though, and decides to just drink his way through the confusion with a nice pleasant swig from the bottle. Once it's down, he offers her a little shrug himself.

"Pretty sure it's aliens round two for me, too, so." Can relate. "On the bright side, the plumbing works and there's ample moonshine?"