Rattlesnake Jack gave a nod to the man who handed him over the cigarette. "Much obliged pardner." Glancing at the cigarette he placed it in his duster-coat pocket, as he glanced at Psyga who began bowing before him. "...Sweat lodge can do that to ya. Musta been in there too long to think I was an actual snake." He said as he waved his left hand in a gesture of, think nothing of it. 

"Anywhoo... yeah while it was an [i]obvious[/i] mess up, ain't too harmful of one." Rattlesnake Jack glanced around yet again, confirming that everything was still blue and desolate.