[She takes some time to actually look over Jack... or, well, as much as she could with his mask on. He still looks as he had when she'd spoken to him last (which, for her, wasn't long before she arrived in Verens), though he still held that air of weariness to him, whether he saw it or not. The air of a soldier who's been long at war, and despite being worn likely wouldn't know how to rest.]

[She hardly blames him, of course, not after everything that had happened. But it's still a little disheartening, seeing a man once full of pride and inspiration now little more than a vigilante.]

There's a few things that I wouldn't mind getting some more information about. [Getting right down to business... that was Jack's style. She's interested in those names, but she's got something else on the forefront of her mind. She sets her tea down and leans forward, her lone eye fixing him with a concerned look he probably hadn't seen in a long time.]

How have you been doing, Jack? I hear you've been here longer than I have.