Rattlesnake Jack idly glanced around the terrain, noting that it was incredibly desolate and blue. It was really blue, with some flying numbers. But despite that it was still desolate; Well sans a discernible group of individuals gathered and chatting among each other. Looked like a buncha city-slickers, for the most part. He peered at the large mechanical device, which was not upon any tracks, then again this could be due to the fact that it was in a blue swirly place. Rattlesnake Jack pondered on whether or not he should have stayed in the sweat lodge for as long as he did that time. Figuring that he probably did reckon that he spent too long in a sweat-lodge, he figured he should have a good old fashion drink. 

As such he reached towards his left as he grabbed his water-skin, and slightly lifting his mask, before he took a quick swig. Jack placed the water-skin back on his belt, and lowered his mask again. Waiting for a moment, Jack approached the group, most likely due to a sense of boredom, and while he approached the spurs on his boots jangling a bit. 

"Heh; Howdy there pardners." He said to the assorted band. Hooking his thumbs around his belt he paused as he spoke up again, "Ain't ya'll slickers, a bit far from the City?"