( last time he fell asleep in the vicinity of a dick grayson, he'd almost had dicks drawn on his face. if this dick was a little older, or a little less new, jason would be returning the favor. luckily, he isn't, and so jason sticks to scrawling the safehouse address towards the inside of his elbow--high enough most people won't find it, also high enough that when jason's fingers brush his sleeve to plant the tracker, it's not suspicious. )

I'd put it at 60/40. Enough of a chance to keep an eye out for trouble anyway.

( jason never stayed there. jason also shredded his credit card the moment he was out of sight of the welcome committee. but jason may also be just a little more paranoid than dick. so. )

Safehouse has shelf stable food in the kitchen, too. Three days worth for me, so--probably a week's worth for a scrawny runt like you. ( so tiny. ) There's a burner phone in the kitchen drawer to the left of the sink.