Jack hadn't sat down, instead he was near the alter, leaning against the wall, arms crossed as he surveyed everyone. This was going to be interesting. He could smell it all in the air, those like him. "I have one comment first, then a question." Jack spoke up.
"First off--I got burned by silver yesterday, and that's proof enough for me." he said, unwrapping the bandage on his hand to show people the still healing wound there. For some reason it wasn't healing like the rest of him was. Not even with the vampire blood.
Then he leveled his gaze on Micah. "Now the question: Who made you boss?" he asked.