Is that faith and hope he hears in Angel's voice? Yeah, Jeff can't really relate to that kind of optimism right now. Sure, people here have been pretty nice-- hospitable, even-- so far, but there's something sad and empty and hollow looming over him, too. Maybe he's just waiting for someone or something to pull the rug out from under him. Maybe this is a hallucination or a nice (ish) dream or... fuck, who knows.

But he flashes a smile at the dead man, anyway. He tries to feel some of that hope.

"It's like we've all found the island of misfit toys here."