Jack shakes his head in reply. It hasn't exactly been a slow night so far, but he hasn't seen anything particularly shady, at least not enough to warrant his attention. Really, though, if he had, Meyer might not need to ask; he'd surely know by now.

But so far, Jack hasn't had much need for anything beyond his own physicality when it comes to dealing with the local rabble. He still has his plasmids, of course, but he figures that he longer he can go without needing to use them — without needing to reveal the fact that he even has them, really — the better.