In terms of training, combat prowess, or talent, there isn't often something Jack can actually do hands-on to help out the investigations department. Looking at Christmas lights is exactly his speed, and beyond that, seems... really pleasant, actually. He's not too proud or too toxically masculine to admit he really likes things that are pretty and colorful, and he could use a distraction from the news the neurosurgeon gave him a few days ago.
Given the options for who to partner up with, Mercy was at the top of the list. Mostly because he... actually knows her, whereas ninety percent of the rest of the people are total strangers, but also because they've seen some seriously crazy shit together. She can definitely handle herself. Also... him. And maybe most other people. Teaming up with badass women is comfortingly familiar. Man, he misses Deputy O'Brien.
So there the pair of them sit, dozens upon dozens of Christmas lights stretched out along tables in one of the labs, not much direction to go by. Mostly just a vague 'look for anything weird', and a 'go get 'em, champ'. Hopefully his definition of weird isn't too high of a bar.
He plugs in their third or fourth string, and a set of big, colorful bulbs blink merrily to life.
It's as good a time as any to brush up on his abysmal small-talk skills, right?
"So do you, you know... celebrate Christmas where you're from?" Which, he realizes after a beat, he has absolutely no idea if that's America or even Earth, so a follow-up question: "Where are you from?"
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Given the options for who to partner up with, Mercy was at the top of the list. Mostly because he... actually knows her, whereas ninety percent of the rest of the people are total strangers, but also because they've seen some seriously crazy shit together. She can definitely handle herself. Also... him. And maybe most other people. Teaming up with badass women is comfortingly familiar. Man, he misses Deputy O'Brien.
So there the pair of them sit, dozens upon dozens of Christmas lights stretched out along tables in one of the labs, not much direction to go by. Mostly just a vague 'look for anything weird', and a 'go get 'em, champ'. Hopefully his definition of weird isn't too high of a bar.
He plugs in their third or fourth string, and a set of big, colorful bulbs blink merrily to life.
It's as good a time as any to brush up on his abysmal small-talk skills, right?
"So do you, you know... celebrate Christmas where you're from?" Which, he realizes after a beat, he has absolutely no idea if that's America or even Earth, so a follow-up question: "Where are you from?"