[ While Elizabeth settles, Jack prepares his coffee, and it's probably lighter than someone would guess for Jack... Apparently he has something of a sweet tooth, if the amount of cream and sugar would say anything about that. But a true engineer, he still stirs his coffee when it's prepared to his preference with a screwdriver. ]

Yyyyyeah-- [ He sighs out the word, long, drawn out, and definitely tired. ] Kind of why I don't talk about it.

[ Well, one part. He takes a sip of his coffee, but he sets it down on the desk.]

But I keep my word on shit like this. I said you could ask, we could talk, so— [ Jack pauses, sighing again, but his brow knits together. ] Yeah, go ahead.