Jack just shrugged; the bartender hadn't offered him any explanation as to why it would help, just that it probably would. At least it wasn't alcoholic.... "The little brat.... Oh! Zim, you mean?" Jack snapped his fingers as the name popped back up into his mind, and took his head back off to finish the polishing job. "I don't know.... He wasn't very nice, certainly, or very quiet. He was rather cute, though. He would fit right in back home with his looks...."

"On the table; it didn't look comfortable to sleep on." Jack gestured with his cloth, and would have nodded had he been capable of doing so as Gaston picked it up. "I could help you with that, if you'd like?" He turned his head in his lap to watch Gaston. "I was considering looking into Os Dias Sao a Noite, in the section labeled K4.... It would be nice to see what kind of history lays behind Paixao, or just where and what it actually is."