"You don't need to call," he replied, not wanting to disturb them in case they were in the middle of something vital, and he was going to see them in a while anyway if all went to plan. He offered her the smallest of wry smiles, adding, "I'll just take the quiet way in; I can't pull off the showy entrance half as well as Jack."
He shoved both hands deep into his pockets, and hunched his shoulders against the cold air before following Suzie. The Lazarus Pits, however, had him tilting his head toward her. If they really did possess those properties, they sounded incredible. But the cautious side of him - and that was quite a substantial side - was already determining how they'd be best in the right hands. If he was honest with himself, he didn't quite trust the idea of Suzie studying them.
It had been a long time, but he hadn't forgotten her dedication to the possibility of being able to bring people back to life, so it wasn't lost on him how much of a temptation such a phenomenon might be. True, he didn't know nearly as much about what had gone through her mind as Jack did, only the lengths she had gone to, and what she had been willing to sacrifice to seek that end. Understanding her reasons didn't mean he'd agreed with her methods, even then.
"Just like the glove could have led to immortality, theoretically," he stated, and raised an eyebrow questioningly with the knowledge of how that had turned out.