No. [Does that tone mean he's joking? Jane is pretty sure it does but for all she knew that tone could indicate somber sincerity where he was from. Still, the guy was offering her a handkerchief and she had vomit-flavored spit in her mouth, she was in no position to turn it down. She took it, spit in it, scrubbed at her mouth, and handed it back wadded up.] Thanks.
I'm Jane. [She waits, prompting: now what the hell are you?]
pffft, I knew what you meant
I'm Jane. [She waits, prompting: now what the hell are you?]