[ That's not a guarantee, Itsuki... Jack definitely enjoys face punching as a hobby, so be glad you're not one of the chosen recipients of such a gesture, I guess. ]

[ As Itsuki starts talking about the surrogate, Jack interrupts before he's even finished with a dismissive wave of his hand. That smile falls fairly quickly into disinterest as well, since he's an expressive guy. It's rarely hard to tell how Jack feels about something, since he wears that quite openly. ]

Ahhh, don't give a crap about some rich, inbred jackholes, so don't worry about that. That crap is-- Eh, well, it's crap.

[ He's content to let it go at that, since even for someone relatively low on the totem pole, speaking about his distaste for the Nine so openly isn't always wise. So instead, it's better to latch onto that second offer. It gets his smile to return easily. ]

But that— That is what I was hopin' to hear. You got any deets about our little problem down at the bureau?