[Occasionally-moody teen mucks around in the kitchen, making a spectacle of himself? This woman really did know his bro. He smiles, skating through the organized system of qualifiers Natasha used when describing their relationship.

Something gives him the sense she does that with a lot of people.]

And he's doing good? Just, settling in alright, making friends? All his limbs intact? [Jake glances briefly at his right arm.] I mean, are we still at a solid three outta four?