"Damn, I must reek of being fresh meat if it's that obvious," she smirks back at him, expression dark but friendly all the same. It's a curious thing that he slips into a conversation and for a minute she wonders what got his attention. "Alien usually works, doesn't it? But just like the people in charge to make things fucking difficult."

The mental tally of reasons why he's staying begin to dwindle as the conversation continues. Obvious ones being dog eared when he gives his name.

"Well. Shit," For a second she grins wide, too amused at the coincidence. He could be some charming psycho, testing waters for his next mark. He's got manners at least, so she'll wait to ignore hers.

"Jack Nought."