The thing about Stan's question, the thing that will make it funny in hindsight but not in the moment present, is that he and Ford both wish he could give the same answer. Unfortunately for them both, things haven't gone well for them since...a long time, really, and they're not about to start now.

"I'll let you know when I figure that out myself." Ford replies, his tone as dry as he wishes his eyes were.

He makes a second attempt at standing up, and hopes that first time wasn't just a fluke. It takes some effort, his head still swims a bit when he gets onto his feet, but he manages it. Sure, at some point (he's not sure when) he grabbed onto Stan's shoulder to keep himself steady just in case his vision went spotty (which it does) and he blacked out (which he doesn't).

He waits a moment, blinks hard a few times until his eyes clear, then shakes his head for good measure.

"Alright - Alright, I'm good. I'm fine now."

He almost sounds sure of that.