Though he did not quite enjoy standing and watching for too long, it was the decision Jackson had made as his new position as "servant". His feet tapped impatiently as the former president listened to the others speak. As far as environment went, Jackson was unsure whether he really needed any adjustment. Sure, it was centuries beyond his time, though judging by the fact the other servant had armor on, he surely needed far more.

However, with the words of the little girl, Jackson tried very hard in stifling his laughter. It started off as a contained chuckle, though it was not long before the Archer burst out into uncontrollable laughter, his rifle almost falling out of his hands. "No" he said in a stern tone. Composure was gained fairly quickly, almost without distinction between one mood and the other.

"I don't suppose you've got a tailor nearby. If you do, we can take the conversation there. I dunno how good at walkin' these legs are. My arms certainly work alright though." Jackson suggested.

If only he had his cane.