It probably didn't help her nervousness that Jett had the unfortunate habit of openly staring at someone as they speak, with a completely unreadable expression in his odd-colored eyes. Sort of the way a cat will just randomly stare blankly at a person with a look that could either mean it wants to eat you, or it's just trying to figure out what you are. Jett's look wasn't as predatory, but it was as unwavering.
When she questioned his necklace, his gaze broke from her so he could look down and lift the emblem from his dark-skinned chest. "Not prying," he chuckled at her apology. "Everyone asks," he continued with a shrug, "but it's not that interesting." There was just a slight shift of his eyes to the left. "It's an old family thing, meant to protect from, I don't know, not really harm…but, you know. It's supposed to calm the evil spirits within and so accept the good spirits from without."
He released the necklace to fall back against his skin, wondering if he had explained it very well. He was glad when they moved on to a different subject, though, looking around them.
"If I had loads of cash…" he repeated, trying to let his imagination run away with itself. In the end, he gave a non-committal shrug. "Maybe I'd travel a bit to see some new places, but this is my home. I know this place, I am safe here."