"Uh." Jimmy said. "Hula." It was a good thing he didn't suffer from being self conscious, or that would've made him wince. Lips parted for something else to come out, but he stopped with the sound of someone, youngish, female(or male after a good kick in the stones,) was calling out something about an outfit. Strange eyes scanned the area around him until they latched on to the too young women. He didn't know them. One of them seemed worried about something. "Hey.." he began to ask them, either one really(they were strangers so he was impartial) if any help was needed, but got cut off by the young man in the skateboard who wanted to know if he felt the funk.

"Funk?" Jimmy paused, his eyes blinked nervously like a student that understood the importance of the test that was given out that day, and fully regretted not studying for it over the weekend. "Maybe. Is it like that feeling you get when you've been hiccuping for a long time, and there's a pause, and you have no idea if its done or not? If that's what funk is, then no, but I've had it before, in the past, that way." He pointed behind him, in case time, in this new area, was a physically linear phenomenon, instead of just were things happened. "But not now. I don't feel anything like that." He arched an eyebrow. "If your having trouble with hiccups then drinking water helps." There was a hmm sound, deep in his throat as the man started dancing. "I don't think hiccups are the problem."

There was a problem, and it was silly of him to forget about it. "Oh hey!" He said to everyone in the room, putting a little bit more into his voice in case there were any others he hadn't seen yet. "Does anyone know what's going on? Why were here? Where the exit is? Any relevant information to the circumstances at all? I don't, but I'm a pretty good witness."