Jack smirked to himself. Normally, his M.O. was keep a low profile, don't get caught unaware, no one-night-stands with cajun chicks. (Oh course, that last part didn't quite apply to the present situation), however, new people; new teammates, were the type of people Jack needed to make the proper impression on.
"Um, yes... I have a question." Jack said, hand raised in a sort of mocking joy. He continued. "So, the eye... I mean, how do they let you carry a side-arm in good faith? Just a guess, but your depth-perception's gotta be like off the charts terrible, right?"