( Yeah, the river... he wouldn't risk the river, either. Waking up in that had been unpleasant to say the least. He can't imagine that drinking it would be much better, although at least they're probably immune to dysentery on account of being dead and all.

Probably best that Sunny didn't take him up on the offer. His plan had mostly been to go ask The Ferryman, who seemed nice enough, but also like they probably have slightly higher priorities than handing out bottled water to dead people who don't need to drink.

His eyes track Sunny's gaze down, and only when they land on his prosthetic through the rips in his jeans does he realize what it is he's staring at. Ah. Yeah. Pretty weird, he knows — he'd just started to get used to people looking at it back home. It's cool. It doesn't bother him very much, so he won't call the kid out on it. Instead, he cuts in with a mild: )

I'm Jack. I guess I should probably warn you that I'm not- very good at navigating emotionally complicated situations, so if I wind up sucking at this, I'm sorry in advance, but- if you need someone to... hang around, so you're not alone, until we get wherever we're going... I don't mind. For the record.

( There are probably, like, five hundred better options with people more comforting or more knowledgeable about this place than he is, but... you know. He's here right now, and this is a teenager. A teenager that, presumably, just died. He'd have to be a heartless monster not to offer. )