"Nice to meet you, then, Ashe. Don't suppose my commission counts for much, here, but I'd like to keep it, anyway." Jack certainly understands the need for discretion, although he would love to ask more specific questions that he can't here.

"It's a- long story," Jack explains slowly, his head tilts to the side as he decides what he can and can't say. He raises the glass. "The easy answer is that it's been far too long since I've had the time or ability or freedom to settle in with a drink, so, cheers."

She's right, it's not the best quality, but the slight new taste of what, to him, is alien alcohol, is welcomed as he slowly drains about a third of the glass. It'll take some time to see if it's doing him any good, though. He clinks the glass back down to the bar, and looks at it for another second, before turning back to Ashe.

"I would say that it all sounds crazy, but, after being picked up from one world and teleported completely to another one, I get the feeling there's little that you wouldn't believe, either?"