His shift is slow enough that, somewhat conveniently, Robby finds himself lingering in the lobby with a coffee in a paper cup in his hand and another sat on a convient ledge at his shoulder while he waits. The elevator doors open, and he sees Jack standing there, looking both at home in a suit and completely incongrous in a suit.

"Look at you," he says, picking up the coffee and offering it. "Anyone would mistake you for a real professional."