Jarad eyes widened as he saw a pretty young barmaid walk up to him. She asked him what he wanted. He couldn't help but wonder as he ordered his drink what such a pretty woman was doing working in a place like this. When she made the comment about the hat, his thoughtfullness was cut short.

"Why thank you," he said with a feigned tone of pleasure and gratefulness as he smiled towards her. He perceived her comments as jest but he chose to ignore them as he would've had to tell off practically every person he came into contact with if he took offense. He was actually rather fond of his bowler hat. He found that it made him look more professional because it had a certain quaintness about it. Naturally, he might have attracted some attention to himself but he didn't see what the big deal was.

As he watched her make the drinke, he felt his thoughtfullness drip right back into him, unintentionally. He began to wonder again and soon his head ached with many questions that he could ask of her. Overwhelmed by curiosity, he asked her quite politely, "If you wouldn't mind, ma'am, why exactly do you work in such a--if I might say so--such a. . .strange place?"

What he really wanted to ask her was "What the hell is a pretty woman like you working in such a shit hole like this?" but that would be very impolite.