Is that the bit they're in? He wasn't aware, but it sounds like it could be true.

"Not mind control," he says, with a slightly uncertain smile. It hurts, again, to dwell on this. "Haven't figured out the lasers yet. Hopefully I'll crack that one just in the nick of time, when we're under attack by," and here he waves a hand, vague, "desert monsters. Zombies, apparently."