Ginger walked by the door, perplexed by Jacks behavior. "Uh, nice speech." He mumbled as he turned around. He wasn't sure what was going on in Jack's head most of the time. But that wasn't a new thing, and he had grown familiar with Jack's behavior. Ginger approached Donna, greeting her quietly. "What do you think we should do next? Settle down for while?" He said, gazing out of the window.