"The liner?" Jack didn't hide her confusion as she looked up at him. The only liner she could think of that might need to be repaired was a ocean going vessel.
"Repair itself? With a rabbit bear? A bunny bear? Sounds like you've had a crazier ride than I have." Her smile was soft and genuine, lacking any sign that she thought he was making it up or insane. She nodded to him slightly as a sort of salute before going back to the second sling.
"Go head, ask." She peeked up at him before laughing. "Sorry, bad joke. Name's Jack. Yes, Jack." She didn't ask him what 'Cas' was short for; she got enough looks and comments about Jack to know that sometimes names were a little touchy. She didn't mind that her name was different, and she didn't mind that people got curious. She didn't always want to explain the hows and whys of her name, not that she really ever told anyone the full truth of the matter.