Being sniffed is hardly the rudest thing Jon has encountered; he barely notices, still reeling in the revelation that apparently angels are real. And since Murmur is no longer in attack mode, Jon doesn’t feel threatened by his advance into the kitchen.

“But I - I remember ... “ Does he remember dying? Can his memory even be trusted, at this point?

“So if we are, as you claim, not dead,” he says, shaking off the dazed sensation and turning toward Murmur, “where are we and what are we doing here? Where were you before?”

Facts. Facts will save the day, surely.