Jack had only been up for about an hour, freshly showered and ready for whatever clusterfuck would inevitably befall the household before the end of the day. No fires yet, at least. Small miracles. Taking the nonstop mountain of crap in stride was easier some days than others, and today was shaping up to be generally okay. At the very least he figured this batch of new arrivals wouldn't say hello by trying to cave his face in with their knuckles. He hoped, but that wasn't really the same as knowing for sure. That thought actually caused him to pause mid-hop as he descended the stairs, the gears turning for a few seconds as he recalled his first interaction with Simms, then shaking his head and snorting to himself when he realized how unlikely a repeat performance would be. They knew how to talk, as evident from their interactions on the network. With actual words. Considering the house got new people all the time, and he'd only been attacked the once. He was inside, snow up to his balls, and with Cecilia a shout away. What was the worst that could happen? The mental image of some faceless new punk getting punted out of the kitchen window by their pint-sized boss lady brought his grin back almost immediately.
"Hey, new guy-...s," He called cheerily as he entered his domain, his steps slowing slightly when he realized there was an additional face he didn't recognize. Both new guys. Well, he supposed that meant he wouldn't have to cook twice. Not that he would have minded either way. Ever since the fire he'd been cooking even more than before. He wondered if it was anything like the near-loss of a loved one, and realizing just how much they meant to you when it was nearly too late. He loved that stupid kitchen, so it counted even if he'd probably never admit it out loud. His smile didn't waver, only grew thoughtful as he stepped up to offer his hand toward the asian man first. "I'm Jack."