Jacob nods, although something about that sentence doesn't ring quite right, he really can't put his finger on it right now. Who knows? It's not important.

"Yeah, new." He agrees, gesturing around the bar, but meaning the city. "Been here... been here a few days, I think? Not seen much of the place. Not sure why the fuck I'm even here."

But enough of that. It's much more fun to get another drink, even if it doesn't come in a pint glass but one of those strange fancy things, but it'll do. He pulls it to him, taking a swallow and grinning. It's not better than beer, but it's still good.

"I'm a Frye." He answers, with a frown. Then realisation dawns. "You mean chips. Chips!" He calls the bartender back, who probably has enough drunks to deal with. "A helping of your finest chips!"