Jack glanced over a few seconds before Lennon spoke, knowing he should offer the kid some sort of smile or greeting, but couldn't really manage it. His eyes moved to Lila as she appeared, and he did find himself able to muster up a scoff before finally cracking open the top to his bottle of water, now stained by his fingers, taking a few long drinks before replying.
"Why the hell does anyone do any of the horrible shit they do around here? Nine times out of ten they can get away with it around here." He was more than a little bitter about that, the feeling starting to well in him as the words let him project a little. After a second he shook his head. "If you guys are looking for food, the stuff in the fridge and freezer are fine. Just don't, you know," he waved his hand in front of him to indicate the rest of the room. "Plan on cooking anything. I wouldn't use any of the dishes or silverware, or anything in the cupboards until we can clean everything up. Or They clean it up. We'll probably get punished into trying to clean all this shit up until They do it for us, like always." He took another drink from his bottle and wished it were vodka, his gaze drifting toward the doorway into the billiard room and its fully stocked bar.