Hatter planned to keep his own details about where he was from pretty quiet. He knew it didn't exist, not to the Oysters, anyway. To them, he was nothing but a character in a children's story. And it wasn't even him! That was a whole different man, an insult to hats, really. So if she didn't bring it up, he'd go on the assumption Jack hadn't either, and just go with it. Only way, really.
"He could use a lesson on a lot of things. Like how the world works. And how not to hurt people. And how not to break women's hearts. But I digress," he continued, trying to wipe the irritated look off of his face and about half succeeding. "What is it you vigilantes do, then? What's got him so ticked off?"