Jaxom is temporarily too busy trying to drown himself in sweet, sweet liquor, but he eventually comes up for air and shrugs. "You know how it is... you're in a hurry, you don't care where you end up, you enter in some random coordinates that you know go somewhere, and then your wristcomp goes on the fritz when you land. Happens all the time."

It doesn't actually.

But then, he's a little more distracted by a teensy little detail he's just now noticed. "You're lookin' a little grey there, pumkin'."