Everything's white-- no, black-- no, now it's spots-- look, the point is, that flash of light was fucking blinding, and now Jeff can't see shit. He squeezes his eyes shut and presses the heels of his palms against them, cursing again, then startles as he hears the door slam open. Jeff blinks, trying to focus on the figure-- a man-- and everything's still a little fucked, but at least he can make out shapes now. He squints, like that'll help, and tries to offer a smile, but it's pretty halfhearted by Jeff's standards, more a grimace than anything else.

"That's me," he confirms, reaching out to accept the offered blur of a hand. "Me and my infamous face."