Jeff groans a little, as if called out. "I try to retain things, it's just hard when... you know, everything's blurry, um, that line between..."

What's real and what isn't, and so on.

"But I'm good with a crowd," he promises. "And... I want to work on my act, and train, and--" Jeff stops himself, seemingly mid-thought. "What happened to Pyre?"

Genuine curiosity, not even fishing for intel here.

Then, back to the more important topic: "Would I be the only one? Who's..." He makes a spinning motion with his finger. Because, for a moment, it's really tempting to abandon the plan and join up with Fenix for real. Jeff has no attachment to the ADI-- if it weren't for a few lingering (human) attachments, he'd probably leave the organization behind without a second thought. And the circus would have others... maybe not quite like him, but similar enough. He could feed freely, perform, and keep himself entertained.

But he remembers the feeling when Katie stuck a blade in him, and how his desperate search for belonging had left him bleeding out, alone in the dark. Sure, it's a total improvement over where his life had been going, but he doubts she did it for his own good.

Whatever he's looking for, he won't find it blindly trusting other avatars. Even if he does like Fenix, in some strange way.