"Very well." Jack replied, looking back and pausing at the sight of her undressing. He turned his gaze away swiftly, a bit more noise rising up, the speed of his preparation of the fish seeming to pick up, though he did cast brief glances back as she made her way to the door. She had some curious looks following her as she spoke, but had to pause his knife's movement for a moment to look back at her and listen.<br/><br/>"The tent provides me a bit of cover, so that people don't know exactly how I move in here. I let you in because I don't trust the tent to be entirely private, and unlike another goblin, you'll probably get a few curious looks wherever you go here. Especially with your shapes shown as boldly." He said this seriously, but then quickly added a bit more. "Not a complaint, just saying. It will get attention. Perhaps some offers to join a fellow in an alley." He shrugged. "But they happen to folks. You can tell them to bugger off, and be no worse off for it. Most know to not get to the goblin guard's nerves. You pay a fine for causing chaos sometimes, but if you are actively starting up trouble, you may end up paying with your life." He spoke this seriously, admiring her form for a moment before she mioved to the washroom.<br/><br/>"Ah, yes you may rest here if you wish, but only for this day. I don't take guests, in general." He spoke up his reply when turning towards preparing the food again. Soon enough while she was in the bathroom the scent of fish-soup being cooked would rise up in the air. The goblin was quick on his work, and the simple fare had a fairly appetizing scent. Then again, compared to rations most fresh things might well taste a fair bit better.<br/><br/>"I hope what you have is worth the trade." The goblin man added after a short while, near the bathroom's doorway, though without crossing to the bathroom's side.