"I'm not renting a damn thing," Jack corrects. "At least, they'd better not think I am. I've got no money." That's not entirely true: he has a roll of coins in one pocket, but that's not for spending, that's for-- well, that's his. He isn't sure they'd even take coin from Gilboa here, wherever "here" even is.

"I'm Jack Benjamin." He offers her a little salute with his half-empty scotch bottle. "Prince of Gilboa. Which I'm going to guess you've never heard of." He doesn't think there are bird-people anywhere on his planet.