[Jack blinks down at the hoof, but doesn't shake it, nostrils flared a little in distaste.] Jack Spicer, inventor. I was on my way to Bridlesville when this guy [Tosses his head toward Sanji] decided to tackle me from above. It was horrifying! I might need therapy later.

[Fit of dramatics over, he nods in the direction they were headed.] He was just leading me to an inn.