Re: first class - baths
Mister who? He almost asked, almost. But he didn't want to be accused of trying to confuse her again, which would only confuse him, and so Jack kept his lips stitched tight. For a second or two, at least. His expression fell a mile when she said that he wasn't scary, disappointment and dismay written in the line of his jaw, the curve of his cheekbones, and painted in the black holes where eyes should have been. "What kinds of things?" Maybe he wouldn't tell Sally about his adventure after all; how could he admit that he'd failed to scare a girl in pigtails? Being scary wasn't just important, it was the most important. Scary was who he was, and without it, well, he wasn't anything at all. "Because," he explained. "I'm supposed to be scary. I can't not be." Simple as that.
He shook his head. One needed to be living to die, and he certainly wasn't that. "No, I very much doubt that I can." The skeleton man had no reason to lie, and he regarded her with perplexion at the implication that he might. What a strange girl she was. "I'm only talking as much as you are," he pointed out mildly, but he didn't want to spoil the same so he continued onward, into the smaller bath area, sparing a brief glance for the gun that was more curiosity than anything else.