Today, Jeff looks... moderately more prepared for a workout than the last time they ran into each other. He's got a surprisingly nice, well-fitted winter jacket (Patagonia! The pricey stuff!) that was most definitely stolen, but underneath it is a hoodie, tank top, and sweatpants.

He's ready to punch shit and take names. Sort of. Okay, maybe only the first part. Lightly.

"Hey!" He lights up with a smile and offers... a fist. To bump. Like manly men do. "I'm good, same as usual, so I guess it's less 'good' and more like..." A hot mess? "Um. Getting by. Whatever. Hi! How's it going?"

He needs to stop rambling now.