Jeremy runs his hands through his hair again, clearly more frazzled and agitated now that he's worried about his friend, frazzled enough not to argue the complete impossibility of everything going on.

He duly looks at his wrist, fumbles at the bracelet-interface's tiny screen, which is much more easily used when detatched and enlarged of course.

"--okay," he says hurriedly, coffee forgotten, the cold forgotten, the weird-ass people forgotten. "How-- how do I do that, I gotta try and find him--"