Jack shifts in his seat and huffs, plainly irritated and put on the spot. That staring chest-eye darts away to stare innocently at the ceiling. "There is such a thing as research." And then he's lowering his voice to a harsh whisper, head tilted slightly towards their waitress as he pulled his cup of coffee in closer.

"Numbers? Does that mean anything? I might be mistaken. Never mind it, then."