From amid the bubbles and steam, comes a very amused male voice. "Yeah, that's not going to work. Don't worry, they bring them back."

An arm raises from the foam, and points to the side of the pool, to a pile of clothing Jacob might have missed. "Neatly folded and smelling of fake eucalyptus, even. So I hope that's your thing."

Jack is as unconcerned with this turn of events as a person could possibly be. Of all the places to randomly find yourself spit out of the Rift, this one isn't half bad. He's not looking to set up shop permanently or anything, but it could be worse.