Jack had just gone on duty and entered the lobby - dressed in his maintenance uniform, totally unapproved necklaces and wrist bands in place - and paused when he noticed someone by the doors.
New, obviously, pretty too. He glanced at the security desk where Frank was on the phone and hadn't yet seen her. Well then, time to get to work.
"Morning," Jack said, walking towards her. "Jack Doyle, Morningstar Maintenance. Can I help you with something?"