When Kira walked inside, there was still blood staining the floor through the hall from when Buffy found him early the previous morning. Jack had spent a full day and a half completely unconscious and in the deepest sleep of his life. If anyone had even attempted to wake him, he didn't know. He kept right on sleeping, recuperating after the attack. He hadn't done well. That's what he got for not training hardly at all. For taking it easy-as easy as the city would allow. He needed to do more than just running, and hopefully the new training schedule with Chris would help. Bring him up to par with Matthias at least. Maybe Chris was right and he should just let someone else take care of it- but the stubborn red ranger inside him wouldn't or couldn't do that.
Where he was at right now? He barely made it past the monster- and those he was used to fighting. Jack was awake finally..even sitting up in the main dining area with a mug of cooling barely touched coffee, a hand drifting idly to his bandaged side in distant thought. He was wearing a white loose shirt, but it was unbuttoned. The wound was still tender, and his skin still a little warm and unhealthy looking. But he couldn't just lay in bed anymore. He'd spent more than enough time in it, he didn't even realize while he was out Harley almost tried to catch them on fire, and he still probably wouldn't have woke up.
"....Kira?" Now he was hearing things. She couldn't just walk into the hotel with all the security in the front could she? None the less he was standing and gritting his teeth slightly as bare feet padded carefully into the main room. "What're you doing here?"