Jack was on his way back to the apartments after his nightly dose of caffeine. He'd developed a small routine since he arrived if anything to keep what little sanity was left in tact, and to keep himself awake to make sure that it all wasn't really just some kind of crazy dream. Unfortunately it wasn't. He was really in the past. Demons were an every day thing. Ghosts existed, and did he mention he was in the past?
Everything about it rubbed him the wrong way. Worse yet, he didn't have any kind of money. Not that he really had anything back home either, but still. SPD gave him an allowance at least. Now he didn't even have that. The only kind he had he managed to snag from the complex. He wasn't sure whose it was, and somehow or another he'd try to pay it back later once he understood how the technologically deprived past worked. But his routine was important. At the very least it gave him something to look forward to and kept him occupied.
Jack passed straight by Syd, without even really seeing her. He was off in his own world of thought. Still dressed in his SPD uniform. Very much covered in red and black from head to toe. He hadn't found anything new in the box for new arrivals just yet. There were some okay things, but none that really fit him. He at least wore the jacket tied around his waist to look a little more on the blending casual side of things. But he still stuck out like a sore thumb, it was obvious he wasn't just another civilian.