Rukia caught that look. The fact that his gaze lingered just a couple beats longer than normal seemed signal enough that he wanted to talk. Rukia was hesitant. She didn't usually open up about the things that bothered her, even when asked directly. But this wasn't just her problem, she knew. It concerned everybody. Given that Jack was orchestrating the meeting to begin with, he ought to know what happened. What he chose to do with that information afterward was up to him, she supposed.

After the meeting concluded, Rukia waited outside the building. She leaned against the wall, arms folded behind her, looking pensively at the sidewalk. When Jack exited too, she glanced up, her face solemn. It had just been a look; he might not have wanted to speak at all. So she said nothing, waiting to see what it was he wanted.