[He'd invite himself in, ordinarily, but Ana posts up against the door frame so he waits for permission. Jack isn't surprised that she's awake, but he's not sure what she'd been doing before he showed up. Knowing her, paperwork. Reports. Drafting some e-mails, maybe. Whatever it is, he's glad to pull her away from it.]
I would've brought champagne, but that's for people who aren't about to be court martialed.
[He sounds tired too. In earlier years, a successful mission like this would have been cause for celebration--now he's just preparing himself for another reaming courtesy of Petras and the UN council. Jack knows he did the right thing, and knows that Ana will agree with him, but he misses the golden years when Overwatch could do what they were best at without the red tape. Save lives and prevent crises without worrying how they'd show up in the papers. He's been good at playing by the rules, but it wears on him more and more with each passing day.
Hence the alcohol, but he'll certainly understand if Ana wants to call it a night.]
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I would've brought champagne, but that's for people who aren't about to be court martialed.
[He sounds tired too. In earlier years, a successful mission like this would have been cause for celebration--now he's just preparing himself for another reaming courtesy of Petras and the UN council. Jack knows he did the right thing, and knows that Ana will agree with him, but he misses the golden years when Overwatch could do what they were best at without the red tape. Save lives and prevent crises without worrying how they'd show up in the papers. He's been good at playing by the rules, but it wears on him more and more with each passing day.
Hence the alcohol, but he'll certainly understand if Ana wants to call it a night.]
If you're tired, we can take a rain check.