Yeah, okay. He'd admit he'd fallen pretty far, but he was on his way up. So what the hell was he doing here?

Rubbing his temples against the strain of the fluorescent lights on his eyes, Jecht kept an eye on the rest of the room. He figured, or at least he wanted to believe, that he was being punked -- any moment now, cameras and a host would pop out of the walls to make fun of his confusion, and y'know, he'd be fine with that. 'Cuz if anyone could make things feel so... so real, like they had, they deserved all the credit in the world.

And it didn't help that his shirt felt real itchy after all of that.

In short, Jecht absolutely radiated "new to this whole mess", much like others at the group had surely done before.