Jack emptied the ham and sausage into one of the skillets so it could warm up a little, then began deftly cracking eggs into a bowl as he listened. After washing his hands, he turned and leaned against the counter so he could face them as he whisked the contents of the bowl and reply when it seemed apparent that Kris didn't seem to be in the mood to share again. "We've got a few Brits and at least one Aussie, but I think the majority of the house is from The States. All over, though, and not just big cities, I don't think. So," he shrugged, frowning slightly. "No pattern there or anything that anybody's been able to tell."
He turned back around to pull the meat off the burner, then went about constructing the omelets. "They haven't come out and told us anything, but I think the general consensus is like...some kind of behavior testing program or something. I want to say it's the government, but we don't even know if we're in the US, or how and why They grab people from other countries."
He waved the spatula in the air a little dismissively, mostly because contemplating why they were there made him wonder how anyone could be evil enough to kidnap people in general, pull them away from their families. It made him think of Izzy. Like usual, he was able to shrug it off nonchalantly, more comfortable defaulting to his lovable airhead status than sinking into a conversation he knew would just end up rekindling all those old hurts. He'd been doing okay. They'd all been doing okay. Well, except for the fire. And the dick in the basement. And all the drinking he was pretty sure at least Cecilia was catching onto. "We've got a lot of smart people around here mulling it over, I'm probably not the best person to ask."