Jackson was about done for the day, at this stage. He'd need to wait until the Inn did its thing and wiped his canvas clean, since the walls were all full, at this stage. He could technically keep going on the floor, but that seemed a bit out there. ...perhaps if he took this to his room.

He looked over at the door when someone said his name, and frowned at the sight of the android. "What can I do for ya? Wait, don't tell me. I'm dehydrated." He probably was; he wasn't sure when he had last drunk. He headed for the sink, filled a glass of water, and downed it. "Happy now?"

There was a definite undertone of unwelcome to his voice, which hadn't been there at all in his previous interactions with Connor.