Jeff returns the smile as he accepts the helping hand. He's cold to the touch, but it's also wintertime, so that could explain it, right? The lack of breathing, lack of blinking, the sickly pallor to his skin... Jeff doesn't pick up on those peculiar details, at least not consciously.

But it does trigger some vague feeling of unease in him, like some animal part of his brain is picking up on some inherent 'wrongness' that the rest of him is oblivious to. He's probably just... just feeling on edge because of the demon goat guy. Right. That's it. That's why it feels like the hairs on the back of his neck are prickling.

"Um." Jeff glances over his shoulder. "Yeah. Good idea."

He's quiet for a few moments, but too uncomfortable to let silence linger for long.

"I'm-- I'm Jeff. Just got here, um, a couple days ago."