Bobby and Jean
Glancing up at the somewhat familiar voice, Bobby rose and smiled at her, nodding. "Hey! Come on, sit down." He waved for another glass. "How are you doing?"
He felt only happiness to see her, with just a touch of sadness to see she was really not his Jean.
He started to close his mind, hesitated, then chuckled. "Do you want to see in here, or do you prefer silence?" He tapped his forehead.