Jack was pretty tall, around 6 feet, with dark hair that nearly matched his wings, though there was a little more variation in the color of his feathers. His wings were huge, somewhere above twelve feet in all, and he'd kept them slightly unfolded against his back as if allowing her to inspect them. He wore simple jeans and a dark shirt, having left his jacket and any weapons he might have usually carried, besides a small pocket knife, at home since he was simply out flying without any real goal tonight. He noticed her staring at him and simply stared back, similarly curious about her as he assumed she was about him, his gold eyes considerably less cold and predatory than they might had they belonged to something like a hawk as it hunted a mouse.<br/>"So, where are you from? You don't look like you just escaped. Are there others with you?" Jack asked. He was a bit blunt, himself not the greatest at meeting new people. "Or have you not seen others like us before?" He asked, as he noticed her gaze lingering on his wings as if they were something unfamiliar.