Feeding... Oh! "Right, okay, yeah. Sorry, I'm just awake." He frowned at the odd awkward-frustrated-concerned feeling that washed over him, and then shook his head to clear it. "I'll just find my chair, you can feed your kid."
Rolling over onto his front, Jake effectively turned his back on the woman, and quickly spotted his chair sitting a couple meters behind him. At least whoever had taken them outside had seen fit to bring that along with him; otherwise, the woman would have been stuck there with him while they waited on someone else getting his chair for him. Dragging his legs along behind him, he crawled along the ground towards the chair, only to be held back when he was within a couple inches of it. He couldn't have been as awake as he thought, since it confused him for a few seconds but then he remembered. That fucking cord thing. "Shit," he muttered under his breath, then spoke over his shoulder at the woman, being careful to not look in her direction at all. "Uh, sorry, but... could you move this way a bit? I can't quite reach..."