When Jae starts speaking, they sort of just become two guys recovering from horror on the riverbanks of Creekside, Jae significantly worser for wear but Sunny quite ordinary and quite damp. He thinks about that and thinks too about the slight blur that fuzzes the syllables of Jae's words. The truth can't hurt, sometimes.

"I did hear you."

A smile, uncertain, but his smiles are always sort of a default overstatement anyway, white and immediate. "We should go somewhere safe. Do you think you can stand? I'll help. I don't know if the cab service is running--" It isn't, officially, but he's seen some good Samaritans put the carriage and horses to use.