Look, he's used to making poor first impressions, but he's possessed of neither shyness nor shame, so... Jeff's unbothered and undeterred by the frostiness-- seemingly oblivious to it, even, though there's a certain sharpness to his eyes that's often easy to overlook.

He bats his lashes, looking positively innocent.

"What's wrong with being a weirdo? I've been called way worse, like, my whole life." He shrugs a shoulder, waves his stolen, half-eaten croissant. "Some of us just..." He smiles dreamily, as he lands on the right word. "Shine too bright for places like this."

And anyway. "You're not from Gloucester."