Jeremy jumps when the funky-ass bracelet starts talking at him, and looks down to see the tiny screen and the pale face addressing him.

"Holy shit, it's a fucking Jetsons watch," is his answer, accompanied by a lot of blinking of his (rather red) eyes down at the screen.

He's hungover, he's freezing, he's fuck-knows-where, and Billy Idol's talking to him on his watch.

"'Sup?" Jeremy says with a little jerk of his chin, his teeth chattering.