If Jeff's resentful over being assigned a babysitter, he doesn't show it. In fact, he seems oddly cooperative for somebody who's been labeled a troublemaker. Maybe it's because he's somebody who's less actively rebellious, and more just... prone to making bad decisions on the fly.

At William's suggestion, Jeff touches a hand to his chest and gasps, all deadpan theatrics. "You're saying no to deep fried oreos?"

But. Right. Information. That's what they're supposedly here for, gathering intel or whatever for the fucking ADI. Maybe this place is bad news. Maybe it's cursed. Maybe it's a ghost circus.

So. Sideshows. Jeff looks in the direction of a nearby tent advertising some dude named 'Asbestos Mike', and he's got no idea what to even expect in there. (The truth is, Jeff doesn't even know what 'asbestos' really means. His only real context is half-remembered legal commercials for asbestos-related lawsuits). Could be informative? Could be--

"Oh, hey dude, look!"

Oops, he's wandering off to one of the games now.

(It's possible he needs one of those toddler leashes.)