"Wired; that's what you call it?" He was smirking, and didn't seem to mind sharing the bathroom with Jack, ignoring the clucking of the waitress behind them as they headed in. She had to have seen something like this before, working where she did.
"I'll dress first," He offered up, figuring it would take him longer with his leg. Plus, he didn't want to have to try and slip his face through a dress with make-up on; he was still, probably, the lesser-experienced of the two.