The point of a gun is not that people want to get shot.

It's not even necessarily that Jack wants to do any shooting, but sometimes, it's necessary.

When he sees where the voice is coming from, he frowns, though he does lower the Webley because, after a quick glance around the room, there doesn't seem to be any immediate thread. Beyond the obvious of him not being where he's supposed to be. He holsters it, giving her an unamused half-smile.

"Okay. But since I don't exactly want to be here, anyone got any idea what's going on?"