Not so much enamored of the festivities himself, Albert plunks down beside Jessica in his grey shirt (thankfully. He's lucky he didn't end up in a neon hue like some of the other districts.). He hasn't eaten anything - something about all the brightly colored processed sugar on everything turns his stomach - but the orange juice is apparently mandatory so he has himself a half finished cup to set down.

"It's good to see you dressed and out of bed." Not that it seems to be any sign of recovery. By the look on her face it was a forced change. He makes a mental note to find that Barbie fellow for her later. For now, he has a question regarding the announcement and potentially getting out of it, though he's not quite sure how to ask with Jessica in this state. He waits to see how she responds to his presence first.