Once his mind turns away from the surveillance, the ticks start to subside but he recognizes that kind of smile. He's had friends who went into the Ministry programs and came out like that. Totally different and way too happy. It causes a shiver to run his spine from fear and discomfort. It leaves Jack to wonder if this woman is from his world. There are other pockets of deviants like his but they are all too far away to visit or so far underground they can't be contacted.

He nods to the comment about being safe and reaches down to ruffle the greyhound's face. Diamond leans into her master's leg. She was never trained to be a therapy dog but their bond had formed that way on its own.

"We can't all escape here." He shoves the PINpoint in his pocket. "I'll have to go back."

His eye drifts back toward where he had walked from while hoping his people were safe. Though, enough of them had the expertise to take on any of the Ministry goons on the ground or if they came in on choppers. He might be crazy at this point but he's devoted to the rest of the people back home.

She seems safe enough and so he offers his hand to her. "I'm Halloween Jack, Madame of the Diamond Dogs."