"A shelter for animals?" Jack clarified uncertainly, his first thought that of a lean-to shelter with a bunch of homeless animals crammed under it. For a moment, his inexperience with such places in Rubrum overpowered his Wayward Pines memories and left him drawing a blank. Sometimes he had flashes of innate understanding, like how to use the TV remote or how to hold a drumstick in his hand--things he wouldn't normally know how to do--but not always, and not for everything.

Hm. If Clary had chosen a job at this shelter straight out of the hospital, chances were high the town officials had probably badgered this girl the same way they had him, encouraging him to settle into a house and line up income.

Domestic little lies, all of it.

Jack wondered what the truth of her circumstances were, if there were real family and friends worrying about her somewhere. Did she remember who they were? Did she have real memories that she was making the same mistake of dismissing, too? He wanted to ask, but he didn't see an opening before she was rushing through her lunch and standing.

"Er, right. Help would be good! Maybe it needs a girl to get it to settle down." He stood with her, deciding for the moment to see how this played out on its own. "He's Chirpy because that's what he does non-stop. Have you heard of a chocobo before?"

A test, a way to gauge if she was like Nyx with memories of the big, feathered creatures.