Jackson, now nervous by association: Uh... I guess we can sit down and tell each other about each other... I mean ourselves! Right? That's the right word, right? *He sighs.* Jackson: Your nervousness is infecting me...
Jackson: Well, let's devour this one, and then have a strawberry induced make out session! *He says this like it's the most incredible revelation of the era... then sticks his tongue out at her.*
*Jean wakes up.* Jean: WHAT THE F*CK! *He breathes heavily, the dream he was having starting to fade... but a voice slowly says "Don't trust the Faceless... Abaddon of the Dark is a threat, but Abaddon of the Idiotic Followers is dangerous...".* Jean: Whaaat... am I doing on the couch? I was just outside Chloe's door...…
*Something starts buxxing on Unknown's console, and then a smiles beam shoots from Jean's other hand, disabling the console. Meanwhile, Jean is starting to get angry.* Jean: Don't you people have anything more important to do other than abducting people like you're twenty-first century bad alien monsters? Huh!? I thought…
*The twilight snakes out of the hand and attacks the scanner, cutting it off and it falls off onto Jean. Next, the tendril aims for Unknown's weird arm.*