[ Okay, he can't exactly blame her for her skepticism. Jeff probably wouldn't believe himself, either, if he weren't, well, him. He grimaces and starts to take a step back, except it's like as soon as he thinks to do it, the impulse vanishes from his head. There's a momentary look of confusion, before he shakes his head and looks at the girl again, apologetically. ]

Uh... Pure dumb luck? I mean, not luck, there's nothing lucky about this-- But I swear I wasn't following you! [ If he says it a few more times, will it suddenly sound believable? Okay, no, maybe actions will speak louder than words here. ] Look, I'm just gonna turn around and go the other way, so, uh... Sorry. Again.

[ So that's his cue to leave.

Except, instead of turning around and walking away, he's still just standing here. It's like he forgot that he just said that he's leaving. ]

Okay. Leaving now.

...

Now?

[ Nope, still standing here. Now Jeff's looking disturbed, his brow furrowing as he murmurs under his breath: ] Okay, what the fuck is going on?