Well, considering J doesn't know the kid, he's not about to expect the kid to know him either. He can hear that alarm, an ugly layer on top of the kid's tune that does nothing to smooth out the jagged edges, and he decides to be hands off for now - he can wait until he's got a better feel for the kid before trying to tap into his tune.

For now, he looks out at the ocean and puts his hands in his pockets - casual, nonthreatening. "Right here right now, or in a cosmic sorta way?"