Jack didn't really care about the keys. It'd actually only been a short amount of time that he'd even been locking the front door. Previously he'd just left it open. Probably how they got all the damned zombies in there.
He eyed the butterfly man in front of him for a long time.
"Didn't I send you out for something?" Really, he was just fishing for the information he couldn't remember himself. His hope was that it would be produced and he'd remember. Or at the very least, he could fake that he did.
"Also, what is that smell?" Jack wrinkled his nose and looked around for the offending odor, but saw nothing immediately. "Did one of you step in doo on your way in?"