Jack was glad to see Greg mobile, really, and he smiled as the man came around the car. Nothing demeaning of course, just to himself, because he was willing to bet that leg or no leg, Greg could beat the shit out of him if needed.
"Oh, honey, he can't afford to cloth his ridiculously tanned body. The poor dear. I hope he gets a tele-a-thon or something," Jack shook his head, giving the show of a concerned man before looking at the shop, "Well, hullo, we're here! Come on, darling!"