"Shh shh" Jack hushed you in an almost patronizing fashion. He was almost smiling, even. "Wipe those tears and pick up the phone, please."

You had a few connections to some politician, and you had accidentally befriended a dangerous man who needed those connections. "I just need you to get that nice little manager to switch Keefe's room. You're capable." Jack continued quietly, holding the airplane phone out to you in one hand, the other tightly around yours to hold you down to the seat.