"Hah, I guess we do." He shook his head and leaned back into his seat comfortably. "It's basically a giant robot car. With the best weapons tech you can imagine. More precise then military weaponry. " He was going to get technical, but he decided to spare her. He was proud of his zord, but he hadn't built it. If she had questions he didn't know if he could answer them all. "City. " Jack stated simply as the waitress came back and he toyed with the straw inside the thick drink. It was interesting looking.
"Blueberry waffles for me with bacon. " That sounded good, and he really didn't have to worry about gaining weight with all the exercise they were getting. Running every morning, plus the occasional side of vigilante-ism. "You know I kind of wish I knew how to make waffles. I could probably live on them. "He admitted.