And in strides Captain America, shield slung over his back, helmet tucked under one arm, looking completely out of place in his red-white-and-blue uniform. The look on his face shows he knows that, clearly conveying that this is not where he hoped to be, neither in the specific sense (this doesn't look like where you check in) nor in the more general (this isn't home).

He spies Jack and he approaches, a faint, polite smile turning his lips. "Beg your pardon, sir. I just got here and I guess I need to check in? Don't suppose you could tell me where I can find the front desk?"