Jack rolled his eyes as John sat back down and started petulantly playing that music. This was about as 'pouty teenager' as John could get before people started getting hurt. And God that music was loud. The acoustics off the cement really weren't helping it not bore into his brain. Finally, Jack rolled his eyes and against his better judgement, grabbed his coat and circled round to the door of the cell, standing back against the wall and unlocking it with his vortex manipulator. Mostly, he just wanted to see what he'd do if given the chance.

Jack didn't expect miracles, but at least this way it would be more interesting than listening to him pout all night. "Well? You coming out or not?" He asked, already growing impatient.