That Jade doesn't wave back is probably an indication of her current distaste for Dave Strider. Then again, it might be because she doesn't recognize him, right? Or maybe it's a little bit of both - she's frowning, arms crossed in front of her chest. Her hands have no bandages on them again, probably the result of needing to shower. Or maybe, she's taken them off herself and not bothered with putting new ones on; the red scratches across the back of her palms are an indication that she's been scratching herself again.

"We need to talk."

Her voice is raspy; there's been a lot of screaming in the past day or so, a lot of crying and nightmares and refusing to come out of the boom closet she's found and made a home of. When she looks at him there are scratches from her eyes to her chin, though she's not really in the mood to explain.

"But you can't talk, can you? So maybe you should just listen. And nod."