Jack hangs back, just inside the door, and of course he can't help looking around, curiosity piqued by the decor. He seats himself cross-legged on the floor, staff across his lap, not willing to move any farther because he feels like an intruder in someone else's space.

The smell of incense is a little stifling, but not unbearable. His eyes roam, darting over the candles, then the staff, then the scroll on the wall.

"Who are th-"

He doesn't get to finish his question, because Shifu turns around with supplies. Jack's eyes immediately focus on the tiny bottle in his paw, and he leans backward, suddenly a little skeptical.

"Uh...what is that?"