"Oh.. Right, I got it," Jarah let out a small laugh, though laughing at his own cluelessness more than anything. He pulled off his helmet, shaking out his curls, which were a bit flat and frizzed due to being in the helmet for so long, which he placed by his seat. His hands traced over the knife briefly before he nodded. "Alright... Want to come with me? My hands are too harsh to try and fix something like this. I'm sure she'd like to meet you." He offered, getting up. "Hopefully she's here," he added under his breath.