Jazz shook his head, laughing at Bee. He couldn't tell if he was being serious or just trying to make a joke, so he decided to say nothing about the first part of the other's statement. "Yeah, a trampoline would be cool, wouldn't it? But I don't think there'd be enough room for one..." Maybe he should try teaching Bee some of the slang he'd picked up since coming to Earth. That might be interesting. Almost as interesting as a trampoline in an apartment in Los Angeles.
Hands stuffed into the rather big pockets of his baggy jeans (hey his human form had to look fly too, right?), he followed after Mikaela as they changed their course to get to the next place on her list. He really hoped the building wasn't as broken down looking as the first one.
Listening to her question, Jazz nodded. "Yeah. Come on, we may not be just like you, but we know how things work. Or at least I do...I'm not so sure about this one." He playfully bumped shoulders with Bee. "I'll do whatever you need me to do to help." And he meant it. Mikaela was one of his friends, after all. As everyone knows, friends help out friends.