[ He watches Jesse's reaction carefully, reaching up to straighten his ponytail. His hair is everywhere and it's trying to escape. The reluctant offer of cigarettes makes Jet hide a smile, and he shakes his head, running his fingers through the sand, tracing shapes and names in the dirt. ]

I'm sure it's better than where I'm from. I think anywhere is. [ He says absently. Did he not hear the pool question, or is he conveniently ignoring it? Probably the latter. ] I'm not sure I've ever had green chili, either.

Is it a good bed? I miss my car, and it's only been a few hours.