Jack doesn't typically attend services at the cathedral. Diverse as the House and consequently its services may be, there's a particular slant here that feels alien to him, everything from the name of the venue to the vaulted ceilings and stained glass. The temples he knows are places of calm and clean lines, and no matter how often he reminds himself that they all believe in the same God, this doesn't feel right. (It's why he's funding a house of worship of his own, in fact.) But there are good people in the House, and a particular rabbi in the nearby administrative offices who he drops in on from time to time when he needs to clear his head. Today, after, he takes a walk through the church to light a candle, because that at least is a familiar comfort.

The young man giving the windows a death-glare catches his attention, however. He recognizes that look. Coming around the pews, he pauses at the corner of one and tilts his head at the stranger, the slightest of knowing smiles on his lips.

"Any luck?"