Jackson didn't feel like sitting in complete silence for the duration of his time in the home. "I don't know how to shoot if that makes you feel better," He said awkwardly to the woman. The man didn't seem to approve of what she was doing, but Jack thought it was something good for her in case something bad happened inside of the walls. In this kind of world it was better to know how to protect yourself one way or another before someone guts you out on the streets or shoved you into a trunk.<br/><br/>Going quiet again he folded his arms out onto the table and laid his head on them as if they were some sort of pillows. He wasn't sure if he should say anything else to them, so he let his eyes dully wander around the home in hopes of finding something appealing to stare at for a while. He felt bad that the girl wasn't in the city he was from and instead stuck in this one, she seemed happy  enough about her situation, though he could feel she wasn't completely happy. Normally he should shove his nose in and ask all sorts of personal questions, but he didn't have the guts to talk much at all.