Kai jumped a mile when Jack threw the chair, and she turned away instinctively, her arms wrapping tightly around Figaro as he yipped and yowled loudly. She stood frozen in a wince, but it faded away as Jack explained himself. Her face softened, and inner-Kai ran around flailing and crying somewhere in the back of her mind. She needed to calm him down. She needed to make this right. But she had no idea how to do that. Nothing she could ever say was going to make his separation from his son the slightest bit better.
She glanced briefly around the room, knowing Jack had a dog but not seeing it anywhere, and took a careful step closer to him. "Jacky..." she said, softly. "Of course you do," she agreed. She wasn't sure if she should say what she really felt about this or not, it might not be the right time at all, it might just make it worse. "We'll paint a message on the windows," she decided. "If anyone can see us, it'll work, as long as we go big enough. But... Jack... we might not even be in New York. When I was in the tower, the view changed all the time. It was a big fake out."