<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Hearth<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside Tristyn's Apartment<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Fully suited up in bike armor and accoutrements<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open, Chrissa, Dean (mentioned)<br/><br/><strong>"What, we're being watched?"</strong>He would ask, as he lowered both visors of his helmet. With the tinted visor blocking all of his face, it made it easier to cast a glance without seeming to focus in on Dean's vehicle. Presumably, Jack was just looking at  Chrissa, possibly admiring the rifle she held.<br/><br/><strong>"I know that car. I've seen it before. That's Dean Rundstedt's ride. He's an asshole, and a drug peddler, and I doubt he has any plans that don't involve making our lives, or at least my life, more hellish than it's become."</strong>Though he stayed mostly in his usual stoic, Vulcan-esque mode of speech, their was just a hint of emotion to his words; hostility.<br/><br/><strong>"A sore loser to boot. I can't say I have anything good to say about him, and I actually <em>can</em> say good things about the guy who was ready to shoot me at the school."</strong>He looked away, casting a glance fully around their surroundings. It seemed quiet for now.<br/><br/>He made his way back to his bike, but just loitered around it, now more focused in the direction where Madelyn had gone.