And at that, Jarrett went back to simply staring. And it appeared as if he might not even say anymore than that. But then he did, he did speak, though not much.
"What sort of response did you want?" He thought his response had sufficed. She asked if he was okay. A shrug was an affirmative. Did she not understand what a shrug meant? Confused, which was evident on his face only by a some what constipated look he now adorned, he then added, "Yes." And paused, feeling stiff and awkward. "I am okay." And by the faintest hint of a look, it almost appeared as if Jarrett had eaten something rotten, as his lips sagged into a frown.