While Jack hadn't seen who had shouted, the part of him that paid attention to detail had registered the look on a woman's face when he'd scanned the room for signs of panic.

The same woman who was trying to catch a glimpse of him through the glass. It was subtle, it wasn't a bad idea, but Jack could see her reflection too. The past few months had worn away at Jack's patience with subtlety. He turned around and leveled a stare directly at her.

If she had a question she was welcome to come ask it.