Money is non-existent? Well, that's wild. Dylan's never had problems with money, so it's more of a point of interest than a major relief.

He does note that Jinx is behaving quite differently now than she did when they met. Which he appreciates, but at the same time it feels kind of weird, after having people running around with guns and whatnot all night.

"Thanks," he answers, accepting the cloth. He wipes away the remains of blood on his injured arm first, even if he doesn't think it's that necessary, if there's no wound to be infected. Then he wipes at his face and neck, to get the worst of it away.

"So, where exactly are you from?" he asks curiously. He wants distractions, and she said something about it being easy to get TNT where she was from.