That we do have in common as well, even if we may not agree on other things... Of course you know our names already, but I am "just Jack", as well, especially here.

[He seems pleased enough with this, in an odd way: their lives may cost quite a few things here, but civility is free, for now. He shakes his head, slowly, looking down at himself with the same sort of confounded wonder from when he first got here. It's brief, but emphatic.]

... Books can help, certainly, but my life has been stranger than fiction for a good long time now. Or maybe it's more accurate to say it's practically a work of fiction at this point? That's what happens when you get old...

[Stop talking like a grandpa, Jack.]

You do seem to be a teller of tales yourself, though.