Listening to her story, Jackson just looked at her for the duration of it. He hadnâ€™t expected a happy tale with her current position, but then it seemed few people had happy pasts. Even so, Jackson could still be envious that they knew theirs at least.  When she was done with her story though, he just nodded. â€œYou know what they say, never say an old dog canâ€™t learn new tricks.â€ He said with a slight smile as he stretched his arms high above his head before he heard a satisfying crack from his shoulder as it popped.<br/><br/>â€œStill, as sorry as I am to hear about your past,â€ he said that being rather sincere about the sentiment, â€œyou should be thankful you know it. At least you know who you were, I donâ€™t remember anything about my past. I just ended up waking up in a hospital one day inside the walls, no I.D, no one there waiting for me, and no memories of who I had been.  The only thing I had of my past was this, he said as he reached into his coatâ€™s pocket, and took out a piece of plastic that had been securely burned, leaving everything on it otherwise illegible, beyond a  logo on the top with the word Jackson on it and tossed it over to the girl. â€œNo one could tell me what it ment, so when they asked me for my name I just chose that. Though somehow, I can still remember all these things about mechanics, but I donâ€™t know how I know them. Like your ship, and that mask. I knew your ship had issues with itâ€™s piplining, and how to refit your mask, but I couldnâ€™t even try to explain how I know all that.  The knowledge is just, there.â€