Jax, like most of the native Chicagoans on the street, was standing with a huddled sense of determination next to the facade of the building nearest the Agency, watching the crowd for a sign of Ruby. Seeing her walking over, Jax took the last puff from her cigarette, flicking it aside and shoving away from the building. She waved stiffly, hands quickly stuffing back into the pockets of her coat.
"Hey. No- didn't quite have time for the permafrost to set in." Despite the words, she seemed in good enough spirits. "So- The Chubby Pickle sound good to you, or you have something else in mind?"