"Okay," Jack replied almost apologetically. He didn't want to freak her out, but this was all so fucked up. "You can use or eat or do whatever you need to do. Just call out if you need anything, okay?"
He didn't really want to leave her, but he also wanted to know why the fuck Cecilia would let any of this shit happen. He tugged off his apron as he made his way through the swinging door, frowning but managing not to yell when he saw her. "So, which fucking idiot decided this was a thing?" As focused as he was on Cecilia, he caught Marco in his periphery, his angry face diluting into a more worried, strained frown. "Hey, Marco."