[ Sideboob and scars. It's a good day in Jack's book tbh... He does steal a glance, but not more than that, since it's not an argument he really wants to have, so having his curiosity (slash voyeurism) satisfied, he just takes a drink of his coffee. He laughs into the cup, and when she says he can look again, he does. ]

Repurposed flesh? Like- Like, what, slapping a face pizza on me? Ugh, gross. No way. That's- That's something the friggin' prisoners would be into.

[ But he's laughing, especially at the words "face pizza," because that combination of words is objectively hilarious. He nods appreciatively as she brings the food, and he takes a bit before shrugging. ]

Ehhhh kinda. Today's what I like to call "field work day" aka the Company totes agrees with me that not all my work is best done in that shithole that is Intake. So. Gotta work on getting more people in there. [ He takes another bite, then points his fork towards her ] Gonna be putting out a few warrants if you want easy money.