"Oh I get it. You're a pirate." Looking over at Izzy again, taking in the leather, the sword, the fuck everyone attitude. "Not a biker or a weird otaku."

Biker with a sword didn't make much sense to begin with, but it's a little hard to think straight when you've just been stabbed. No matter how many times Jacob tried, Pratt just wasn't great at making coherent decisions while bleeding out. Weak. But now he realizes that Izzy is a weird pirate ren-faire LARPer things fall into place a bit better.

"Deputy Pratt." He says as if Deputy is his first name rather than his profession. "Haven't seen anyone else pirate looking."