Jack easily moves into the warehouse, giving Len or Simon a cheeky grin and a wave. Running unexpectedly into Priss, he let his natural air of deviltry take over and gave her a devil-may-care smile. "A'course he weren't. He and I 'ad a little chat." Jack keeps smiling, and looks around the room. "Any of the 'forcers about? I chased up that little matter Willy warnted me ta look into, but the trail leads ta two thugs dawn in Enders, and I needs a few sharp knives ta convince them ta show me a few things." Jack winks at Priss and leans forward, resting one hand on the large and ornate tabletop. "I'd rather not bother the bossman in his big meeting, either, but times a little short 'round 'ere." He casts an uneasy glance at the foreman's office, and shrugs. "Better to just round up a few likely lads, and 'ave at it, i'm thinkin'."