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Here's someone who hasn't been seen in the bar for a while. Or, well, at least when he wasn't bloodied and semi-conscious.

Anyway. Jack hobbles downstairs, limping heavily as he heads for the chairs by the fireplace. His right arm is still in a sling, his knee still rigid, though the brusing around his eye and the red welt left from the burn on his cheek have faded a fair bit. He still doesn't look as though he's slept much though, which would probably be because he hasn't.

The noise and bustle in the bar is a little jarring, a little uncomfortable. After so many months living in a quiet, secluded area, he's not used to being around so many people at once. But it's better than sitting in his room for another day, staring at the TV or the walls.

He settles into a chair, propping his left leg on an ottoman. Pulling a book from inside his sling, he settles in to read, though not averse to companionship at the moment. Just don't be surprised if he's a little twitchy.

[ooc: Not sure how late I'll be on, and ~~access is likely to be a little interrupted crap, have to run for a minute--back in a bit~~, but I'm perfectly willing to slowtime--just bear in mind that slowtimes from tonight won't be tagged until after 6 pm tomorrow. Work is kicking my ass again. And I'm back!]

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"Did you...figure out how to hunt them or something?"

Behrooz shifts in his chair, glancing slightly at a passing waitrat.

Looking cautiously back up at Jack. "Sort of..."

"Sort of?"

Uncertainly, "I ... wasn't really alone ... all the time ..."

Jack does a headtilt at that. "I thought you said there weren't people there?"

"They weren't ... people..."

"What were they?"

Behrooz shifts again.

He doesn't answer, but his eyes go briefly to Jack's right arm.

"Behrooz?" he prompts, consciously not reacting to the glance.

Behrooz meets Jack's eyes again, but look over the rest of his face - what was left of the bruises and the burn. His eyes fall to the arm again, and he looks like he's going to say something, but ultimately doesn't.

Jack sighs. "Behrooz, what is it?"

He looks away again.

"Seems kind of unfair... me telling you everything that happened when I left the bar."

There's a slight, but noticeable emphasis on the 'I.'

"Behrooz, trust me, you don't want to know."

Not looking at him or sounding remotely sincere, "Ok."

Yeah the lack of sincerity is kind of obvious. Jack rubs his forehead, closing his eyes for a moment. "I spotted someone I recognised from the files at CTU and got in over my head."

He's hoping Behrooz can put two and two together from that.