[It's pretty clear to him that this guy could loosen up a bit and not take everything so seriously, but he's amongst some of the first people that have seen Jack in years. It's still an uncertainty as to why he'd ended up in this strange new world, but the most important thing was that he could be seen, so the last thing he wanted to do was get people to dislike him.

So it's with a sigh, that he hops down from the shelf, landing straight onto his toes as he leans forward against his staff with a raised eyebrow and a sly smile.] Pouty pants looks like he could use some company?

[Minor improvements in the banter, but still not quite there. Human interaction's still a little out of practice.]

Look, maybe I could help you out with your whole southern pilgrimage thing or whatever it is you're doing.