Jeff's not sitting up. He's perfectly content to keep sprawling on the bed, looking up at the underside of the top bunk as if there's a movie playing out above him. He blinks, slow and sedate as Tim gives him a little kick, then turns his head to look up at him.

First: blank confusion.

"Huh?"

Then: the wheels start to turn. Tim can probably see the moment that the lights seem to switch 'on' in Jeff's head, and he gets to thinking....

(What he doesn't betray is the way his pulse picked up, a little spike of adrenaline, as soon as Tim even mentioned some chick. Yeah, he knows who she is. Yeah, he's been on edge ever since she tracked him here. Yeah, maybe he made a mistake in thinking the ADI's presence would act as a deterrent. He should've stayed on the road. He should've chased her. He should've plucked at her mind and twisted and pulled until it was like taffy--)

"Oh! The chick with the hotline?" He hums softly. Sweet, ditzy, spacey, stupid Jeff. "She's looking for you, too, I think. And Aelwyn..."