<[i]Did you see my gun?[/i]> Jackson responded. The girl's voice in his head in equal parts disturbed and angered him. He didn't quite like the fact he didn't have privacy even in his own thoughts. Freedom was a big thing to the former American president, after all. the Archer answered. Before Lu Qiuyue and her own servant, it appeared as if the president were simply standing and staring off into space. His new body felt strange, especially under the fresh air of the modern era, not to mention the smell of people that was completely unfamiliar. The president wasn't one for small talk and thus made no effort to initiate further conversation. Before he could check on his master, it seemed she had already finished changing. Andrew Jackson's look furled into that of disgust, still clearly disapproving of the young girl's garb. "That don't look like proper clothes to me" he sneered.