No lie there at all, the word class -- or any semblance of it -- would probably be the last descriptor one would ever use to characterize the pirate. Jack doesn't immediately notice Jason's entrance into the kitchen, as he's too busy drunkenly trying to shoo away the Avox that had instantly sprung over from the wall to clean the mess.

The man's words, however, do reach him. His head turns to the side to glance over at Jason -- distraction enough for the Avox to swoop in with more towels and then away with a handful of glass pieces -- and the pirate promptly makes his own assumptions from the scornful words and attitude. Probably a Capitolite. Wouldn't surprise him.

If Jason expects anger or irritation from that statement, he'll be disappointed. In response, Jack's mouth merely splits in a cheeky smile, a hint of gold in his upper teeth. "Aye, so I've already been told, mate." He's no stranger to insults, back home or here in Panem. He's also noticed that the Avox has done a fine job of mostly clearing away his mess, so the pirate returns to picking out more alcohol.

And because he's not in a particularly cheery mood, adds: "As it is, perhaps the lot of you could find a way, hard as it can be, I know, to be more creative with your indignities."

(( OOC: No worries at all ♥ ))