Kris limped into the kitchen not too far after Daniel, his eyes going wide at the state of the room. A fire, though from the looks of things not too recent, had gutted a good number of the cabinets. The appliances looked mostly salvaged and usable, though he frowned at the lawn furniture providing seating in place of actual dining items. Daniel pulling out a chair for him didn't alleviate his irritation, but his leg was acting up too much for him to truly complain.
He lowered himself into the chair -- slowly and carefully, and feeling ridiculous in doing so -- and offered Daniel an abbreviated nod to his explanation. His gaze wandered around the room, his anxiety and his curiosity stoked. "This is someone you spoke with on the network?" He vaguely wondered if this Jack had anything to do with the charred kitchen, and if that spoke to the man's cooking abilities.