"Oh." That's what she'd meant. He hadn't been messing with her as much as puzzled by the turn of phrase. "Suppose you could say it is a bit odd to see, aye. And ... experience."

He doesn't have a chance to continue that thought -- or hesitate further about whether or not to get in -- as she's already reached forward to pull him into the car. Jack is unbalanced as it is, and with so much alcohol already humming through his veins, his entry into the car is nowhere near graceful.

He slumps in place next to her with an oomph, using a hand to steady himself against the seat so he doesn't end up squishing her instead. With that done his other hand lifts, then, and he continues. "Back home, the only ways to get around were with horses -- on their back, in saddle, or with carriages. And with boats, o' course. Or tall ships."