Jack is laying on his bunk, hands folded behind his head. In one of the rooms designated to visitors, of course. Volaya wanders down the corridor, trying doors. She opens one, peeks inside, closes it, opens the next. Her aura is dark, her expression neutral. Jack's right foot starts to swing at an invisible beat, humming underneath his breath. Nothing to do, nothing to do. Open, close. Open, close. Open, close. Open-- "Right. I give up," Volaya mutters as she closes another door. Her mind slices out cleanly through the walls. ~Jack, where are you?~ she sends, encountering a familiar target.