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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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Jack lets out a loud laugh at that, and then his brain fills in an image of a hamster wearing a flak jacket.

This is about the time that he nearly falls out of the chair he's laughing so hard.

Chloe grins to herself, she's never made anyone besides her father laugh like that.

Not even Chase and Andrew, and they try.

And then she starts laughing too.

Eventually Jack gets his amusement out, though only by not picturing hamsters in tiny flak jackets driving Barbie-sized versions of the CTUmobiles.

"Yeah, I think PETA would have something to say about that though."

"Yeah. They'd probably sue us, and then we'd be right back where we started, with the eyes of Division staring at us menacingly, threatening to take away our Folgers."

OH GOD NOT THE FOLGERS. ANYTHING BUT THE FOLGERS!

"So how have things been for you Jack? Are you adjusting well to life away from CTU? Other than- y'know, the Canada thing?"

"Yea--wait a minute. How did you know I was involved in that?"

"Kim told me." Chloe gives Jack a 'Oh God What have I done-said now?' look.

Jack rubs his forehead. He'd have to talk to Kim about telling everyone the details that she knows about what happened. Namely, ask her not to.

"Well other than the 'Canada thing', it's been very quiet."

"Jack, she only told me because I pulled it out of her." Not entirely true, but better for Jack to be mad at Chloe then mad at Kim, right?

"She mentioned you were injured, I asked her about it, and then when she got all defensive, I just kinda guessed. I mean, it was going to be either you or Chase."

Chloe's hoping she's a good liar.