There's the teeniest, tiniest moment where Jeff considers being brave and defiant and lying his way out of this, or giving bird cop the slip (...somehow), or... or something.

But any resolve he might've had totally melts in the face of... well, in the face of a bird. Those beaks! The eyes! They're totally intimidating, and Jeff's not a hardened criminal, he's just a dumb, impulsive barely-adult who just wants to live free and do his own thing!

He huffs, like this is so unreasonable and empties his pockets. Its contents: some coins (possibly his, possibly stolen), a bag of assorted candies (probably stolen), and some cozy, knitted hand warmers (definitely stolen).

"There. Happy?"