He offers her a smile, wanting to reach for her, despite his mixed feelings on - touching her, really. He has a lot on his mind, a lot of things he hasn't thought over yet, and a lot of things that he needs to think his way through before he can react properly.

Still, Jet's just glad she's - here. Alive or not. It's selfish, but Jet rarely allows himself to be.

"I think it's an unfortunate - ah, event. It seems to have spread through the town," Jet tells her, very slowly reaching to see if he can rest his hand on her shoulder. He can't. It goes through. Frowning, Jet pulls his hand back.

"I wish that I could say how long this was going to last, but for now... yes, it does appear you're less than alive." Which he says gently and in a voice that doesn't sound happy at all. "Do you think that you have the potential to leave?"