Jinny heard the strange guy setting his things up, but didn't pay him a whole lot of attention. Her stomach was more important- somehow she was always hungry. Until he spoke, she concentrated on eating. The sarcasm was ignored. She didn't even know what 'high-class' meant, to be honest.

"I forgot my fork and my spoon." She shrugged her slim shoulders and went about licking her fingers. She tilted her head as she looked over, frowning slightly. There was a tent, but he was nowhere near it. So why bother?

"Uh... how come you're not sleeping in your tent?"