Jeff gives a noncommittal shrug in answer. Or, well, non-answer. It looks like he isn't really trying very hard to convince Chris he's kidding. Still, the less said about his frame of mind upon meeting the white-haired woman, the better.

On the plus side, he's pretty cooperative, so when Chris tugs at him, he flops onto the chair pretty easily. And, having done the whole starving artist thing back home, Jeff's used to living like a scavenger. He's not picky, and he's sure as hell not going to turn down an offer of free food.

"No shit?" Jeff cranes his neck and peers around, trying to focus on some of the other patrons, get a look at what kind of food they've got here. "Yeah, um. I could go for food. I'm good with anything, I mean, as long as it's not, you know... meat?"

Then, he quickly adds, "Thanks."

And then: "I'm Jeff."

One more addition: "Sorry I tried to..." Steal? "...share your drink."