Gaston took the drink from Jack, giving it a curious stare before taking a sip. "For the most part, anyway," he replied. "I can't say that little brat we met the other day was very friendly." He winced at the memory. Just thinking about Zim made his headache worse. He was pretty sure he'd be a happy man if he never ran into the green child again.

The hunter sat back down on the bed, draining half his glass in one large gulp. He wasn't sure if it would actually help or not, but it didn't hurt to drink it before heading out to explore the city a little more. "So where's that journal?" he said, mostly to himself, as he patted his clothes, and then glanced over and saw the device on a small table next to the bed. He reached over and switched it on, squinting a little as he tried to focus on the little screen and bring up the map function. "I want to see where we should go today..."