[ Automatically he listens, his own thoughts on hold. A part of Jupe'll always respond to emphatic gestures made by someone with an air of authority. Even her confusion is briefly intelligible, more intelligible than the rest of it—she's in her head, trying to set the scene. ]
No. [ She doesn't know who he is. He should've realized before, but it means—he clutches at the thought—this, whatever happened to her, it isn't his fault. ] Looks like somebody's grandma's house. [ He observes, making a show of looking around. Not actually taking in much. ]
What [ —the pause a little too pat, the questioning note in his voice a little too pronounced— ] uh, what crew?
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No. [ She doesn't know who he is. He should've realized before, but it means—he clutches at the thought—this, whatever happened to her, it isn't his fault. ] Looks like somebody's grandma's house. [ He observes, making a show of looking around. Not actually taking in much. ]
What [ —the pause a little too pat, the questioning note in his voice a little too pronounced— ] uh, what crew?