Jon winces at the sound, feeling like it, well after it's rang out, rings in his head. His mind reels at the simple disruption, and it takes a considerable effort to tighten his jaw, push through the disorientation, and right himself.

"Right."

He reaches for the information, grasping into the deep, open everything. Even what he finds feels wrong when he holds it, but there is nothing else that could possibly feel right.

"And you're... Jeff. More or less. ...When exactly was the last time you saw me?"