Jack sat on the couch of the mansions living room, a book of human anatomy held in his lap. He didn't need to look up to know it was you when you burst through the mansion doors, your weapon held tightly in your clenched fist, knuckles white. "Hm, rough mission, I assume?" He asked calmly, flipping the page with his gloved hand. He turned to look at you, taking note of your pissed expression.