i'm the storm your mama warned you about

JACK

hellraiser
risk taker

"Oh yeah," Jack says easily, his footsteps slowing as they thread further into Kaiholo. There's no need any longer to look as if they're on their way somewhere in any sort of hurry, especially not now that they've left Haulani where the Blackfox and her network of ears are tightest. "Ain't every day you get to meet the lady responsible for most of the dirty deeds that got ferried into Torchline," he reminds her, his grin casually crooked. "Let alone hear what she's got to say about things."

It might have been a brief check in - briefer, indeed, than if he'd gotten that personal tongue lashing, yes - but it had been loaded with expectation, with thoughts for the future, with now that you're backs and what do you knows. Regardless of when they decide to leave the islands, Jack knows they've got plenty to do and more than that to report if they're to stay in the thick of Caido's most lucrative guild.

"You read my mind," he drawls - a drink after a clandestine meeting in the shadow of the port is just the sort of thing Jack's old habits are after, and though The Hanged Man might be gone - and it'd be off limits even if it wasn't - there are plenty of other places they can go. "What kinda drink are you thirstin' after?"

full speed ahead
'til i'm dead in the fast lane