Okay... so that was an image. She pressed her lips together. She asked for it, didn't she? She wanted to know and now she knew. She tried not to think of her mother when he said that, but it felt rawer than she had thought it would and she breathed through it, focusing on what he said next - she didn't want him to think she couldn't handle the truth.
"Jack... okay. I can try to do that. He's... What's he like?"