Rattlesnake Jack, when helped back up tipped his cowboy hat towards Cuban Pete. "Thank ya pardner." He rolled his shoulders around and stretched out his arms. He kept his left arm extended out in front of his chest for a few seconds, before switching off to extending out the right arm. He eyed the glasses that the clown had brought over. Rattlesnake Jack took a wiff, and, his eyes lit up. 

"That booze pardner?" He asked, before scratching his cheek. "I'd reckon I oughta check on those other slickers." He grumbled out to himself as he glanced back towards the pod exit door. "Buuuut... no saloon anywhere in sight, and if'n I'm right in guessin' that there ol' drink is in fact booze."