Jack looked up at the girl. She was pretty. And there was a bridge on her nose. No wait, that part didn't make sense. Bridge OF the nose. Does that make sense? Jack came to the conclusion that he really didn't care, and smiled hesitantly. He tried holding out a hand, to shake it, but found that the straightjacket hindred him in this. The gesture instead became an awkward stumble. "Errr..... sorry. Could you help me out of this?" Jack had an odd accent, austrian. He wasn't austrian, but he'd killed an Austrian once. It had stuck with him, and came back in how he spoke.