That's not saying much. Derry is a literal shithole.

[He's slightly quieter as they walk down the hall, distracted as he's glancing around. All of this will take some getting used to, but not necessarily in a bad way. It's just different, more different and out of this world than he'd ever imagined for himself.]

They don't do any poking and prodding here, do they? Like human experimentation. [It's not a serious question. It's just a comment stemming from this area's appearance. He notices the turtles, but he doesn't think much of it--

Really, he doesn't think much of anything until Eddie's guarding the door like there's something awful on the other side of the door. He peers over Eddie's shoulder to look at the door in obvious puzzlement before returning his attention to his friend.]

I know you're not crazy, Eddie. Crazy is like, your mom, or Henry Bowers or fucking Patrick Hockstetter. Not you. [He pauses, before continuing in a more earnest tone.] I won't say anything. Promise.

[Hopefully it's a promise he can keep. At the very least, he'll try.]