Sokka nodded wordlessly. It was always difficult knowing what the proper answer was to his 'betters' in this world. Language had never been an issue in his life before. He found, luckily enough, that he hadn't arrived to complete babbling in this world. But adapting had been something of a difficulty and he had to completely start over learning to write. If there had been some fading Luceti magic at work there, he hadn't realized it.

The name 'Jack' surprised him. For a moment he thought back to that clever old pirate from Luceti. His cheeky grins, his way with words, and how much different he had been the last time Sokka had seen him compared to that stinky mess he had met at the start. How nice, he thought, would it be if this was HIS Jack. He'd certainly heard no one else in Rohan with the name Jack. But he knew better. He'd peddled away too many of his valuables in his first weeks looking for Katara. He was alone. Trapped.

By the time he approached Jack, he could see in the dim light that it was just a kid. He realized how little the captain had thought of him. Sokka was just a local laborer worth only the attention of the least of the riders.

"Jack?"

Under the moonlight, Sokka didn't look himself. The wolf tail had long been abandoned to make himself fit in, as he now let his hair be free to whip whichever way the wind went. Tonight he covered his head with a hood. It made his features less obvious.