Though he's never been especially given to self-consciousness, not even Jerry can deny the awkwardness inherent in moments like these. He does his best to ignore that, carrying about his business as usual. It's not like either of them can help the fact that it's a small fucking restroom, or what they have to do there, after all. As such, when he's asked a question while leaning over a sink, it takes him by surprise, his head turning up in the other man's direction.

Almost as surprising, though, is the question itself, one he almost can't make sense of. While it's kind of nice, at least, to know that the speaker must be from the same place he is, not a native of Darrow or some other world like he's been told about, he hasn't heard anything of the sort, and only has one guess as to what he's getting at. "What, the Brooklyn Dodgers?" he asks, brow furrowing. "Sorry, pal, last I heard they were still very much in Brooklyn. And I think I'd know if L.A.'d gotten a baseball team."