Jaune's relieved he doesn't have to argue with Camilla about sitting down. Some people would insist on trying to seem strong by staying up, and he's a little embarrassed sometimes that he has a tendency to be one of those people. Camilla, not very surprisingly for a friend of Palamedes, is smarter than that.

"I've done the same thing. I know how it is," Jaune assures her, releasing her arm but hovering nearby as they make their way to the booth. Letting her know he knows what it's like serves two purposes: the first is that she'll know he's not imagining it being worse than it is, while the second is to let her know she can only minimize it so far. They can brush it off this time, but he's going to worry if it happens again.

He stays standing until she's sitting down and then slides into the booth seat opposite, watching her face with what he hopes is an excusable level of anxiety. He's been trying to work on that, but - well, he thinks some anxiety about blood spurting out of people is always called for.

"Okay." He flattens his hands on the table and nods. "So, here's my idea. Why don't you tell me what you definitely, actually remember about him - no forcing it, just what comes easily - and then I'll know what's safe to say about him?"