As she moved, Jack didn't step aside. Not backwards away or forwards towards. But in no way was he passive. One eyebrow hitched up a little, almost imperceptibly so, a slight change of expression before he shifted his stance back to that of his previous; hands down and in his pockets, pushing back the sides of his heavy greatcoat.

The corner of his mouth twisted up in vague amusement and he nodded slightly, "Oh don't you worry, no fear there. I've always been one to--" he gave her another glance, as if he was willing somehow for her to take another step, "--get involved."

He twisted an edge to his words that was effortless and natural. A tease that wasn't really tease, just a part of who he is.

"I've been called it, once or twice."