Yeah, even Jack had to admit that not knowing what room he was in was rather ridiculous. "/Thanks, man./" He shook his head on a laugh, he really did appreciate the offer of help. "/Just...let's not tell Marla where it is./" No thank you.
A quick trip in an elevator up several floors, because apparently he had ended up on the lowest level in his wanderings, and they were on a much brighter and more open floor. With a white, blue and yellow cafe ahead that looked to be their destination. It was a definite upturn, not that anyone could ever claim the decor on the rest of the ship was anywhere near shabby.
"De nada." Jack replied, as they walked towards the open cafe doors. "/Anytime Miguel, I mean it./" Despite his own knowledge of Mexican Spanish when he had gone down to spend a semester down in Chile, he had had some problems with both the slang and the 'common tongue' differences between the two countries. There he had become friends with a native Chilean woman named Gloria, who had been there to help translate any discrepancies in the two dialects of Spanish.
At the mention of something happening the day before, Jack tilted his head as he listened. "/What happened?/"
For the second time in a double handful of minutes, his eyes widened comically. "/Jesus, man. What happened?/" What was going on on this ship if things like that were happening? "/Are you okay?/"