Jack closed the door behind him as he stepped in. He looked over at the room, and over at his coat where he left it draped before he left. His eyes lingered on it a moment before they turned and fell back to look at Reinette instead.

"Oh is that so?" he asked with a half smile. He questioned it, of course. He wasn't utterly there to the point he'd blindly accept that as fact. After all, with all she'd seen, how could he be a pleasing companion?

"Get you anything?" he asked, stepping around her and moving to the coffee table to clear away the left over food (but not before nabbing one of the cold slices of pizza for himself).

"Was thinking maybe I'd show you the television. Trust me, you'll love it."