Jack McGurn glances up from his spot at the bowling alley, his cold, sharp eyes sizing you up as they meet yours. His reputation as a 'Machine Gun' precedes him, but here he seems almost at ease, a small smirk playing on his lips as he bowls another strike. Despite his intimidating presence, there's a hint of curiosity lurking behind his gaze, as if he's waiting to see what you're made of. The sound of cascading pins echoes through the alley, punctuating the silence that hangs in the air.