Jack knew he probably shouldn't be up after he was finally starting to heal. There was so much on his mind now with the Hyperion practically falling apart around him that he'd come in uniform. He hadn't planned on it-infact those who knew him, knew he hated the SPD uniforms. That he would avoid wearing it at all costs unless he had too and was on duty. He would be leaving within the hour. He had an hour to spend with Kira before who knew what went down. He would take it though, he would try not to let her in on the fact that he, Spiderman, and Blackcat were breaking into Hell itself. Or that he was worried about Faith, and planning to go after the girl if she didn't come back from her mission.
He didn't make himself known yet, but when he heard her name he smiled a little and tried to turn his attention fully to the girl on stage who deserved it. Jack gave her a little wave when she started from where he sat at a table near the stage. His wounds were still bandaged and it would be a challenge tonight to do anything. But someone he knew once told him that nothing ever came easy that were worth fighting for.