Jughead had been a loner most of his life. Even so, he had a core group of friends he hung out with. Did things with. Survived with. He missed Archie and Betty, and maybe even Veronica too now that he was here alone, in a strange place with no allies. He'd be fine, he was sure of it. He was a survivor, after all. He knew how to keep his head down and blend in with the background noise. Hopefully that would be enough.
But making new allies was probably a good idea. Hopefully it wasn't a trap. He'd find out soon enough, he supposed. For the time being he was willing to give Weiss the benefit of the doubt. If his instincts were wrong, well. He'd figure something out. He always did.
He made his way to the burger joint and headed inside, bright eyes scanning for the girl he'd been talking to. He caught her eye, at least he assumed it was her because it just felt right. He headed to the table. "Weiss? I'm Jughead," he told her before he slid into the seat across from her.