[ Good. That's a good instinct.

Tim has the sense to look properly chided, too. ]

I mean... do you see any other Jacks here?

[ The truth is he doesn't look hugely concerned about it, though. Around a mouthful of corndog, as if the thought just occurred to him: ]

Mmph, yeah, now that you mention it, I probably better find out before I go around telling people that, huh. Well, anyway.

[ Like, there's still this weird feeling he always gets like someone's gonna find out he's not hamming it up enough and he's gonna catch hell, but it comes and goes. It's at this point that he actually really notices the person talking to him, and she's pretty cute, actually, if you're into mean and a little bit scary. ]

So, how are you...