While he wasn't enjoying himself - never did these days except in a handful of situations - he also wasn't fighting too hard to escape either. It wasn't like there wasn't opportunity, but it was worthwhile to see what Jack was up to before he flew the coop to make his own way.

He flexed his talons when he was picked up, grasping the material that he was wrapped in. He nestled in and bided his time for now, drinking in where they might be going. It wasn't as if 76 was bothering to talk to him, and that meant it was pointless to pepper with questions.