[ JJ has resigned himself to his fate by now, answering Lukas' question here in the brackets because I can't remember what his apartment number is. He also shows no sign of attempting another escape, though he is trying to find ways to keep himself amused to prevent himself from dozing off. There's not much to do however, as he fiddles with his clothing, wriggles his feet, and eventually drums his fingers on Lukas' chest, tapping out a senseless rhythm. ]

You worry too much, you know? You need to relax. [ Says the current source of Lukas' troubles. ] I would've been all right; a flu's not going to kill me.

[ Assuming it's just a flu, but the point is to keep Lukas lighthearted, so he's not very well going to dwell on the more sinister implications of the terrorist attack.

Even though it hangs in the air between them for a second as his mind wanders in that direction for a second before he can snap himself back. ]

Tell me, what do you like to do for fun?