[Jaskier's chokes on his tea and as he grabs a napkin to clean his face and lap, he stares at Sephirot with wide eyes.]

Oi, oi, oi, go back to the first part! You're saying I could find myself here? [People are always telling him to go fuck himself, maybe this is his chance.] And what about my friends? How am I supposed to know who I am encountering under the familiar face? How do I even know if they're here?