As soon as the syringe is withdrawn, he peers down at her, and upon ascertaining they are now going to speak, makes a monosyllabic sound of assent. First he shuts the suitcase, then descends, making sure to tuck the ladder back up before covering up the crawlspace as it had been.

With his jeans and t-shirt and leather jacket, Jason looks a little out of place in the tidy, genteel apartment, though it hardly registers to him. He's lived everywhere in all kinds of conditions, and the things he's found here make him fairly sure she has too. The decor of the surroundings aren't necessarily indicative of anything about her, so he ignores them as he joins her in the kitchen, a somewhat hulking young man faintly in need of a shave. He doesn't sit unless she indicates he should do so.