"Science," he repeats with a little nod, a faint smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. Lisa would always put the Gift-- and all the rituals and talents and magic that accompany it-- into a scientific framework, too. Jeff could never wrap his head around all of that, but he can get how the line between magic and science can be so fine it might as well not exist at all. He looks around them, at the darkness surrounding them. "Sooo... this is science?"

On the matter of experience, Jeff considers elaborating-- well, he doesn't consider it. He knows he needs to. Whatever's happening in Mathias, it doesn't just affect him. If any of his past experiences-- awful as they are, painful as they are-- could help people smarter than him figure out what the fuck's going on here, it'd be the worst kind of selfishness to keep it to himself.

But he still wants to consider his words carefully... which is, admittedly, hard to do when he feels like he's being watched by the mirrors. "I used to do a lot of stupid things with magic. Sometimes it... gets in your head." Before he can add to that point, Jeff gestures to the mirror-- or, more accurately, the sheet lying crumpled on the floor, just below it. "You mind if I cover that?"