[ Jack laughs wryly, rolling his eyes to the ceiling and running a frustrated hand through his hair. ] Oh, man, the mouse really is nuts, isn't he. You? Security? Suddenly I feel so safe. Not.

[ He steps lightly around the Nightmare, giving it a wide space between them to avoid any sudden attacks

See, we're supposed to be here to help. I know that's why I'm here. I'm not so sure about you, though. That 'Security' story sounds like a really lame cover-up.

[ Both hands rest on his staff now - his stance is still relaxed, his grip still loose, but the way he holds it just in front of himself he could be on the offense (or defense) at any moment. The cocksure smile disappears, replaced with a glare. ]

What are you really doing here?