[ It seems like Jack may have been half expecting to get shrugged off too considering how the corners of his eyes just barely lift up as Rhys acknowledges him. It might be a gesture that's too subtle for a drunk to pick up on, but still, there's definitely some amusement that Rhys is actually responding to him here. ]

I mean, you forgot the staple of Westerley, kiddo. Murd— Nah, maybe not murder. More general than that. We'll just say crime and keep it simple.

[ Jack takes a drink, then shrugs before he continues. The absence of Kendry colors is noted this time, and it surprises him a little. He doesn't tend to come into contact with anyone of a social class higher than a well-to-do Leithian often, but in his experience? They were all assholes that would proudly wear those stupid colors. Like they were rubbing it in everyone's face. It always annoyed him, but it was the kind of annoyance he also had to swallow. ]

But, hey, all the better reason to go incognito, right? Bet you'll run into wayyyy less trouble this time. [ He nods to the Hokk ] I mean, other than the fact you're drinkin' the expensive shit, but ehhhh, not as bad as wearing the colors. Kinda weird, though.