Jack greets the afternoon sun having intermittently napped the day away, his more lucid moments having been spent carefully arranging and assembling his myriad collection of knives and shivs and every other imaginable edged weapon in intricate patterns and assortments on a fine sheet of cloth. During the process each blade undergoes an individual inspection, but it’s anyone's guess how Jack decides in what order to do so or how he manages to keep them all straight in his head. Various articles of Jack’s clothing undergo a similar inspection and regimen of folding and preening at some point during the day, leaving jack naked after a certain point but now, exiting the shade of the yurt in his full regalia, he is delighted to return Jeanette’s less than toothsome smile with one of his own and a jaunty wave before Barker and Mimi approach.<br/><br/>“If you know someone else who would be me, I’d be happy to help you look for them.” Jack says, nodding considerately in response to Barker’s question, before Mimi interrupts.<br/><br/>“Sure.” he says, shrugging as he pads forward to stand between them still wearing his unnerving smile. “Is someone going to end up dead?” He asks, managing to make the question completely devoid of any sort of threat while still conveying the same undercurrent of wrongness. All the while Jack takes in a careful appraisal of both individuals, getting a read on their general bearing and any weapons they might be carrying.