Jackdaw was alarmed. He was an instinctive and quick-thinking young man, and so, when he heard the sounds of rushing boots going through the Living Quarters, along with the voices of other refs asking 'What's wrong', and other such things, his naturally-honed instincts pushed out. Swiftly, he slid his weathered 10mm into a small, hidden slot beneath his work desk, while the cleaning kit was swatted off to the side, unknown and hidden. At the same time, the man's hand lashed out, nabbing a nearby Vault-encrypted magazine, Jack sliding it in front of him. Just in time, as well, as the group of - Security Officers, he assumed - pressed the button to his room, and rushed in. Guns of all shapes and sizes were aimed directly at his sitting, reading form, and Jack felt a minor rush of panic...before he violently brushed it away, and regarded the men through sharp, suspicious amber eyes. The command of 'Hands up' was heard clearly, and as to not invoke his death, Jack followed it calmly, his eyes practically glaring as he worked over the reasons for his arrest. What had he done recently? Got to class...got his results. Talked to another refugee, and then...Ah. Self-defense.

"Is there a problem, Commander..." He narrowed his eyes at the man. "Johnson. Why am I being arrested?" As he spoke, Jack slowly stood, hands still clearly above his head. It wasn't a threatening gesture;; if anything, it seemed as if he was completely surrendering. His eyes were like smouldering flames, however, and it was obvious that, despite the young man being unarmed, a few of the shorter, less experienced officers were slightly intimidated. This was ridiculous...He had done nothing wrong! Was this Vault so discriminatory and foolish? He could see other Refugees peeking through the door, and some seemed angered at the treatment, despite not knowing why Jack was being apprehended. It was understandable. The young man was known for being hard working, and albeit rough and sharp around the edges, he was honest and direct;; to the point.