The fact that this dude doesn't so much as blink after all of that still says something. Either Mr. Yang here is now thoroughly convinced that Crichton is insane and is just playing along until he can call a hospital, or he's seen enough shit that his poker face is impenetrable. It could always be both.

"You think that's bad? You haven't heard the half of it." Crichton doesn't seem too concerns if he's being convincing or not. Stick around long enough and it's only a matter of time until you become a believer.

"Call me Crichton, by the way. That's what most people call me." When they aren't using more creative pejoratives.

"And, yeah. That's exactly what I'm telling you. Competing with the Soviet Union to see who gets to the moon first is great for space program funding. Technology exploded in those thirty-odd years. Uh... sometimes literally." Ooh, maybe he should avoid those spoilers. "Don't believe me? Ask around. Hell, look around. There's technology here even I didn't have in my time."