Jack pretty much runs in out of nowhere, holding a 4-pack tray of coffee in his hand. It doesn't look like enough for everyone here, because it was all for him. He comes to a halt few feet from the rest of the group, sliding a little on the ice, his teeth gritted.

"Am I too late?!"

It sure looks like a war zone. He actually looks concerned, but since nobody appears dead, Jack lets out an undignified huff.

"To think you would go on without Jack Atlas!"