Jack had been observing you these past couple months since you started working here. You joined the staff of servants with the others, so he expected you to be as diligent a worker as they were.

Yet whenever he glanced away for a moment, he'd turn back to find you'd wandered off somewhere you shouldn't be. He'd have to search for 20 minutes just to locate you, only for you to slip off again soon after. You always managed to trip on your own laces, get dust all over yourself even in a clean room, and more mishaps besides. Still, you always completed your tasks, so he couldn't be upset with you. Just a bit perplexed.

As usual, his eyes were watching you from across the room as you mopped the floors. You seemed to be doing a decent job, until you suddenly slipped and slowly slid away on your back. Jack's eyes narrowed with concern before he approached, hands clasped behind him. He stopped at the edge of the wet floor to avoid slipping himself, and looked you over.

"You certainly are a peculiar one," he murmured. Then in a louder voice, "Are you alright? That was quite a tumble. Why don't you come mop somewhere else where it's dry?" Jack suggested kindly, beckoning you over.