Jacque willingly went along with everything that was happening thus far, though in the back of his mind he still couldn't shake the feeling that things were strange, and that he was also starting to delve deeper into the criminal underworld. Jacque pulled the package from under his arm and held it out to the man before him, "I was told to deliver this by my "uncle" and return to pick it up tomorrow.". Jacque's tone was reserved, his posture straight as he subconsciously tried to make a decent impression on the man before him, lest his actions reflect poorly on Bane. Jacque's eyes narrowed slightly as they occasionally darted to the children that ran past him as they played amongst the warehouse, the knowledge that their parents likely couldn't afford a sitter but would take their child with them rather than give them up like his had done stung him in a way that he hadn't felt since he himself was a child. Jacque pushed aside his emotions and stared once more at the man standing in front of him, "Would I be correct in assuming that you're the man I need to see?".