Jack shrugged, then set his shotgun down, then pulled his sharpened finger claws out of his pocket. He put one on each finger, then ran them down the side of the seat, making an awful screeching sound as it did and leaving thin gash marks on the seat. Jack continued doing this, enjoying the sound they made. 'I guess this isn't all bad.' he thought to himself, 'I could be all on my own, that would certainly be interesting...'