[h1][b][i][color=CornflowerBlue][center]Jack Landry[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/XvlJ2Vm.jpeg[/img]

[i]Location: West Caldwell Streets
Skills: N/A[/i][hr][hr][/center]

As Claire described the protocols and procedures inside the camp, Jack found himself wandering closer to his newfound companions. While she wasn’t able to observe his actions over the phone, he still nodded on occasion and only provided a verbal acknowledgment after she had concluded. In truth, he was deep in thought on how to proceed from here. The information she had provided was encouraging; if they could reach her location, the camp could serve as a safe haven for all of them. They would no longer need to dodge those creatures out on the streets. 

Of course, he had to gauge their interest first. Subtlety was key.

[color=CornflowerBlue]"Sounds like they run a tight ship,"[/color] Jack noted lightly. He was now within earshot of the others, his eyes surveying the scene, lingering briefly on Kaitlyn, Shin-ae, AJ, and her parents in turn. [color=CornflowerBlue]"We’re already outside of the city, and I assume we’re about to work our way north."[/color]

He raised the volume of his voice, no longer speaking only to his daughter. It was his method of proposing his plan to the others; he [i]wanted[/i] them to overhear.

[color=CornflowerBlue]"We can join you there,"[/color] he continued, his brow lifting in anticipation. [color=CornflowerBlue]"A refugee camp is the logical choice."[/color]