[Salone]

Jack came running, stumbling a bit as his prosthetic knee gave way under the sudden stress. Righting himself, he whistled as he took in what was in front of him. He fought back a chuckle at the spectacle, trying not to laugh as he fumbled for the pistol at his side.

"You know Omega, I've seen a few movies that started out like this. Didn't peg you for the type."

He looked back and forth between Omega and the woman, not really sure if he should raise his pistol. Throwing caution to the wind, he snapped it back in to its holster before closing the distance between the two. He stammered over a few words as he tried to size her up.

"Name's Jack. Yep...Jack. Guess you knew that by now."

He strained to keep his eyes at hers, sliding towards Omega and whispering in his ear.

"You lucky bastard. Last time I opened anything with a prize inside it was a cereal box. I got a sticker."