Strategic retreat. It was a proven military tactic, and despite the fact that he had never been remotely military, even Jack understood the benefit of using a retreat to live another day. Despite the odd feeling that he was being watched, he refused to turn around. Better to flee.
Jack shrugged, "/I forgot to look./" Honestly, he had been shown to his room, dropped his bags, and promptly gone to sleep. With little else on his mind but sleep and rest and not being awake. And then when he had woken up, he had forgotten to do something as simple as check for some information as to what number room he was in. "/I also don't know what floor I'm on," he admitted.
"/There's a cafe on this ship, right?/" He really had no idea what was on the ship besides the basics. "/I'm really craving a BLT right now./"