[Ah, but holding up the walls (and more than occasionally the railing) is what Jean is for, any more brand building and they'll be changing his moniker to Jean the Wallpaper Pusher.

That is to say he's up to his usual shenanigans: tonight of all nights he's going to huff and puff to his nicotine-laced heart's satisfaction in between what a number of people are probably intimating is a last supper (he's not really giving it the satisfaction of that name, though) and quietly watching the gathering with a calm gaze. He mingles here and there, mostly to refill his plate or in the event of unexpected blanket business.

So he really doesn't mind being addressed, even if he takes his time answering all the same. A curious look at Yeager's ever-pleasant expression -- he's a distinctive one, after all.]

Being nervous won't do anything. What do you think?

[Cool and level but not unfriendly: it's also a genuine solicitation for an opinion, it seems.]