Jono carefully pushed himself back to his feet, waving off help. He was used to this by now. He could get himself back up without depending on others. How much longer he'd be able to manage that, he had no idea, but he would cross that bridge when he got to it.

He shook his head, though, frowning slightly as he scratched his cheek. "Dunno," he said after a moment, reaching for his own tea. It was probably stone cold, but it was better than nothing. "But yer obviously not alone in seein' it." He glanced at the clock with a wry smile. "Maybe it's jus' some weird thing what happens t' immigrants from the UK. Since we're the only ones what've seen it so far."

It sounded stupid to his ears, even, but he couldn't figure out what else it could be.