"Branded? I got tattoos, yeah," Jax says, showing her his forearm where he's got a couple memorial tattoos that are okay to look at for mixed company. Those are his best ones, anyway, and if she wants to look at art he's got it in spades.

"Don't know what the fuck the force shield is, though," Jax says. He pushes at it and it doesn't seem to relent and then he just relaxes and it drops. Huh.

"Look - I'm Jax. You clearly just got here from somewhere...where are you from?"