Jack looked surprised for a second, then gave a smirk of his own. "Yeah, alright." He slowly and carefully reached into his jacket pocket, then tossed the last of his scrounged change on the table. He then reached into another pocket- again, slowly- and took out a pair of sunglasses, which he slipped on.

"Who are you working for?" He asked. "And I'm not talking about the diner." She was definitely some sort of operative or combatant; the question was, for who?