"Right, that word." He made a face. He knew some of the things he did were still wrong, but eventually he'd get it. Mostly it was money, and the fact that people didn't know what S.P.D. was. In New Tech they were also serving as inter galactic police more or less. Here apparently it was called being a vigilante. Jack looked around a bit before settling in across from her. "Twenty-twenty five. " He stated with a shrug. "Almost everything is different. And the cards are so much cooler." They weren't flying cars or anything yet, but just the speed gages were amazing alone.
"Oh. Ice cream drinks?" He'd heard of them. "Bridge used to get them from the Synthetron." He hadn't been to many restaurants before and it showed. He was watching what people did running around with trays, where they went, how they went about their work. They were quick and carried heavy loads of plates at one time. Sometimes with drinks that were different colors. "We went to a Japanese place once in New Tech that was kinda like this. It was supposed to be set up like the eighteen hundreds. They had private booths with fabric covering them. It was really kinda cool, until the chef was a monster and the food was literally poisoned. " He shrugged a bit as if it were an every day happening.
Jack had a little cash on him, but he hadn't found a job like the others yet. He was a little worried about it.