Jack had been here for a few days now and had gone exploring. He did the usually 'there has to be a way out' though he believed people that there wasn't one that anyone knew about. Walking around in the forest and the desert was nice and familiar, too, so he did it enough to make it feel like he was simply Off-world. Which he was, technically. By the third day, Jack abandoned his gun and combat gear in his room unless he was going on a hike - he didn't need the weapons in the inn, he observed, though he was still in his
basic military clothes because he refused to accept the pink at the boutique - no thank you.
Currently, however, he sitting in the cafe. On the table in front of him was a half eaten pumpkin pie slice, a half of a deli sub, and two untouched chocolate chip cookies and a coffee. He
had a yo-yo and was currently trying to master the "around the world" trick while sitting and leaning back in the chair. It wasn't going terrible, but it wasn't going well either.
At least he was going to get really good at his yo-yo, right?