Dave returned the glance with a silent gesture of encouragement. He wasn't sure what he wanted Jack to do, but he'd rather Jack do something first. Just in case. He winced, grimacing a little at Jack's awkward conversation and took a breath.<br/><br/>Figuring the guy had opened the door for a reason, Dave strode up to the chair and rested a hand on the back. "The thing is, there's some funny stuff happened to us already, and we've not even been here ten minutes yet. Like a book that turns scratches into pen, and a man in a black hat who likes throwing open doors and legging it to his armchair to do his best Bond villain impression. We were hoping you could tell us a little more about what's been going on, preferably in English and without any dramatics."<br/><br/>He swung around the side of the chair to get a look at their host.