After twenty years sober-- well, mostly sober, with a few hiccups here and there-- Jeff's used to that look. And booze was never even his drug of choice, anyway. (Drugs, if we're being honest.) But Jeff's always had a problem with moderation, in pretty much all forms, so it's easier if he just sticks to his personal rules. One drink, and only for happy occasions. This, he figures, is so far from a happy occasion!

So he smiles brightly at the offered water, says his thanks, and follows Kirigan like a lost puppy back to their seats by the fire.

"Who knows, maybe this is all a misunderstanding, and we're here for a totally awesome reason, like-- Oh! An elaborate surprise party!" He grins, as if that'll convince himself, let alone Kirigan, that it's totally plausible. "Then it'd absolutely be a pleasure."

Yeaaaah, they're definitely not here for a party.

"And, ah... Yeah. It's funny, because the last thing I remember-- you know, before waking up on the beach? The last thing I remember was jamming by myself, just me and my guitar. Then I must've... spaced. Blacked out or something." He tries to say it casually, with a shrug, like it's totally a hypothetical that just came to him, and not something he's had too much miserable experience with. But maybe he's trying too hard, coming off as too casual, too forced.

"What about you? What's the last thing you remember?"