There's still plenty of sun left in the sky, but Jack shrugs as he enters. "I hear we're on curfew anyway. So much for that."

He takes a quick look around the place, he'll admit to being curious about how the Marshall keeps his place. "What I meant in my letter. Either it's one of us, or it's somebody going to a lot of trouble to make it look like us. What I meant by a fake. I don't think anyone can, say, duplicate our powers. Which is what it might've sounded like I was thinking."

Jack takes a seat at the dining table and looks up at Duster sympathetically. "I know not everybody's used to this shit."