"There isn't a lot I think Jack wouldn't do, so what he would do is rather a moot point. It's all a matter of context. And motivation." Owen shrugged, sipping at his coffee, heading for the door again, talking as he walked. "Wonder what sort of fit the FLA and that damned bastard with the clipboard and paperwork will throw when they realize I'm not where I belong. Huh." He snorted, grinning a little. "Should be amusing."