Jack gave a sharp, yet friendly nod and managed to pull himself away from Reed long enough to move behind the desk and pencil Walter's stay in.

"Breakfast is at seven am, I hope you don't mind rising early but you know how the dead are!"

Yes he does, Jack.

The old man glanced up over the rips of his glasses, eyes suddenly curious.

"I haven't seen you around. How are things?"

Teammate talk. If he wanted to undermine Handsome Jack and ruin Team Rocket from the inside out, he needed to know what everyone was up to.