He stood there, arms crossed in front of his chest, rolling his shoulders. He didn't notice the warmth and that it was probably far too warm for him to be wearing it under the current circumstances but Jack wasn't programmed to notice the weather. Hell, he wasn't programmed to notice much of anything -- only that the people in the cage stayed there and to stop all attempts to free them.
Tonks spoke. Whatever. He wasn't here to talk.
Ah... another he knew outside the cage. Jack growled when Shannon backhanded him, clenching his fist from retaliation. Not yet. She didn't know better, apparently -- the next time she wouldn't be so lucky. Jack shifted his stance, feet spread almost shoulder-width apart as he stared out into space.
"Get away from the cage," Jack snapped at Shannon, head flicking to look at her. "Back. Off."