Oh, that earns a momentary flat look, broken only by the need to consume pizza. "Hey, 'm getting better. I wen' fr'm being-" And yep, he's talking with his mouth full. Give him a moment to swallow. "I went from being the one that got ignored, labeled the 'emo kid', and told I was a problem to-- to everything that's happened since I got here. It was a crash course, but I'm getting better." He's pretty sure neither of them wants to hear about the 'everything' part, so he's glad he was able to stop himself and be vague about it.

"And that's on top of the whole being half alien thing that I didn't have a lotta time to get adjusted to since we were kinda in the middle of a war, so now I have to worry about whether or not what I say or how I act or react in situations is normal or if it's entirely because I'm part angry giant purple space koala. Which, by the way," Keith leans forward to give Jeff a worried look, careful not to drop his pizza in the process, "is a thing, so if aliens kinda freak you out at all, now's the time to say something. I don't turn purple, I don't get fuzzy, I don't have any weird alien bodyparts, I just- Okay, I'm not entirely sure, but he saw it, so he can probably fill you in there."

'He' being Bash, of course.