The time before their meeting - however otherwise full with all the little settling-in tasks had at least allowed Jack to get cleaned up. The smudges of dirt were gone from himself and the leather in his ensemble, though there wasn't anything that could be done just yet for the white tee.

While tea wasn't his drink of choice, that wasn't doing much to dampen his mood. He finds her fairly easily in the shop, thankful for his excellent memory for faces, and he leans just lightly on the back on the empty chair once he approaches, eyebrows raised in greeting.]

This seat taken?