Jack found his way to the bar. Since his run-in with Mordecai and Lilith, he had approached situations more cautiously... his hand practically glued to his shield in case he needed to cloak himself.

Unfortunately for Ryan, it was going to be hard for Jack to spot an ordinary Joe so easily. He just shrugged, heading to the bar, and waited to get the bartender's attention. He figured at this point, well, the guy could find him.

After all, how many guys with an unusual looking face mask come along these parts?