[ Hawke's priorities have shifted again -- eggs and bacon first, Jack second. She feels satisfied already in having gotten over on him, flustered him like she has because for her -- it's just fun. A game. She can't imagine anything beyond it. Of course, that will eventually bite her in the ass.

At his outburst, she cracks up, letting out a loud laugh of delight even as she tries to focus on the eggs. Aesthetic, he says. What the fuck. ]

You -- you're branding yourself? What are you going for here, trying to be the Company's new mascot? You think -- you think the Company would want a guy wearing a literal mask, as their face. It screams "I'm hiding something" even more than the Company usually does. Charming, Jack, but no.

[ Honestly? Hilarious. She's still wheezing as she starts frying up the bacon, shaking with her own amusement. Ridiculous, honestly. ]