TALON
Jack waved to the ghostly boy in front of him. Though his pet was more than somewhat grinding, the boy at least was coming off as friendly enough. Still, Jack was momentarily distracted by the arrival of a young girl - another Teen Titan presumably. Jack couldn't place her. Despite Jack's proclivity to staying in the background or uninvolved, he was still able to recognize that she was beautiful. Jack felt a momentary inner strength to make eye contact with her, to nod at least as a greeting - but that's when her phone rang and she stepped away. Jack looked after her before turning back to Nightwing and the others.
"How soon after the tour will I get to engage in League Missions?"
Although Jack was primarily a non-speaking person, he had the capacity to do so - though only the context of immediacy, or related to missions. For example, Jack was capable of asking pointed questions and specifics, but when it came to expressing his individual feelings, he could not do so. This was entirely due to his upbringing. He was not an individual - he was one of a Court. He existed only as a flock of Owls with the others. Speaking about his personal feelings or his own thoughts - that rendered Jack nearly mute, or reliant on ASL - taught to him by Barbara Gordon - Oracle.
Jack had asked his question to Nightwing, but loud enough for others to hear and potentially answer. Red Tornado was to be the Team's Handler, and it may be that it would be some time before they would be deployed into the field. Jack hoped there would be some places here at Mt Justice that would let him be alone for a bit. Or a training simulator to keep him physically stimulated. He looked around at the others. Which would be best to pair off in the arena?