"Sure," He gives a smile because the eagerness and youthful jubilance is something that Pratt hasn't seen in years. It seems a lifetime ago when he could last be carefree, so it's nice to see it in other people. Not everyone had given up on the world like he had.

"Slot machines are pretty easy, you just pull the handle and hope you get the right pictures. No skill necessary." He pops a coin into the machine and gives it a pull, rewarded with a 7, a picture of a cow and a strange rune. Apparently that's some sort of a win because the machine makes a fanfare sound and deposits a few coins in the tray. "It's all luck, and if this is anything like the ones back where I'm from they're rigged. But hey, apparently cows are good. Maybe all the stories of aliens beaming up cows were true."