Oh no, she was talking to him now (confirmed after a double take with a quick glance behind him to make sure no one else has dropped by in the time it took him to use the washroom) and Jasper didn't really know what to say except, "Uh-- hi," back and give a kind of wave-- salute-- what were his hands doing? He clenched them into fists and toddled shyly closer to his protective curtain of anonymity, wondering if this was about flashing her his butt (okay, probably not, he did have a gown that was rubbing against his burns but also pants) and tried (too hard), "Come here often?" with a lopsided smile and an exasperated sigh at his own expense. Okay, so probably not his butt, but eavesdropping on her private conversations had to be an issue-- not that Jasper could help it, really, honestly, but he might also have not paid so much attention to her social life. It wasn't any of his business, and he would apologize if it came to that. Maybe. If he could get it out. Were they even supposed to have co-ed rooms?