( Cut for length and irrelevence )Slowly making his way down the hall, he peered into what looked like a dining room, scanning it for any sign of... well, he wasn't entirely certain what to expect here. Trouble, eventually. Of some sort. The Master wouldn't let him relax too long, just long enough to let his guard down, and then...
Jack shook his head, slipping into the room, keeping close to the wall, his back to it, so he could keep an eye out for anyone coming near him. He chose a table in a corner where the shadows were darkest, jumping a little when the server came up to hand him a menu, and set a glass of water on the table in front of him.
He took a long, grateful sip of it, watching the rest of the room. Not many people at the moment, and a few of them familiar. He caught the eyes of one of them as they looked in his direction, hesitating before smiling, a little hopeful, a little manic, and a lot broken.