"Muy bien," Miguel answered her question warmly. "Jack is..." His face pinched itself into a look of concentration. "Here. Soon." On his way. Unless he got distracted again -- because that never happened to Jack. Still, Miguel knew he would do his best to come. He never doubted that for an instant.
"What is...bail?" He wasn't at all sure what that meant -- he was still new to the language. Slang was, for the most part, completely beyond him.