Jeff sighs and lightly drops his head back against the bench cushion, in the gentlest display of banging one's head against a wall.

"Whyyyy does it have to take so long?" he whines. "I know we've got nothing but time here, but it doesn't feel like that, you know?"

Like what if... hypothetically, somebody was potentially on borrowed time and needed to get swole real fast in case he needed to defend himself against a whole bunch of angry people? What if?

"Think they've got steroids in the infirmary?"

He shoots her a cheesy grin. Kidding!