Jack froze, properly speechless for all of 2 seconds before he opened his mouth to speak and realized he had no idea what to say, other than, "Rose!" and plunked his muffin and cup down on a nearby table, grabbing a handful of napkins to dab futilely at the spilled coffee down Rose's front. His eyebrows were carrying on a conversation of their own as he waited for her protest at basically being felt up under the guise of helping with the mess. "Haven't found my room, no," he smiled. "Have you found my room?"