It's so early that it's practically night, though hardly any sleep has passed between them. The old hideout from better days and childhood laughter is a couple of towns behind them at Jack's insistence. If they're going to ground, it shouldn't be so damn close to her family. After all, she's trussed up and stuck in this mess now and the only way she can protect them is distance.
It's a tense quiet that's waiting to be disturbed as she packs a small bag. Her face is the only one that isn't wanted by an entire department of government and criminal enterprise, so it's up to Jack to fetch the supplies and generally jaunt about town while she still can.
Despite @outlawiism's watchful gaze, she finds herself surprised that he's dared to speak. “You think I can handle things if you end up dead?”
Her hands still and she dares to look at him, his unprovoked comment leaving her more than a little uneasy. " It's a grocery run, Peter, not a march into battle. " Jack replies and rolls her eyes, feigning something close to casual. She checks the cash in her wallet again and the next words slip out without her permission, as easily as the bills. " But there's no other choice for me, is there? I have to trust that you won't let them do to my family what they did to yours. "