[ The more that Diana tells him, the stranger it all seems. If she's from a place with so little crime, how did she get into a habit like this in the first place? Why would her efforts to uphold the law, even if it wasn't in an official capacity, cause her to be a black sheep? The fact that she's answering his questions without actually telling him everything is both aggravating and intriguing.

Getting the questions turned around on him, though -- that's just aggravating.

Jack realizes that he's going to have to give her something if he expects her to trust him with any more information, though. If nothing else, he can tell that they're on the same page, walking almost in sync, their eyes traveling to the same places on this mainly empty city street. ]

I was on a mission to uncover some information, back before I got dragged into all this. [ Before New Amsterdam, before El Nysa. ] I got used to skulking around places I wasn't supposed to be.

[ And sometimes even helping people in need, if it was a matter of wrong place, wrong time. Like with Alejandra. ]