"Which moral qualms would those be, exactly?" There were so many on Earth that simply never existed when she was growing up. She had grown more familiar with them after a while, nine years would do that to anyone, especially when they start carrying a rosary wherever they go, but there was so much that could still fall under that term. Jack had somewhat of a reputation, after all.

"I think I'm the one who should be asking you about supplies, actually." She flipped through a few papers in front of her, then slid a stapled inventory list toward her. "I have a shipment coming in on Thursday. Getting it into the right hands is, of course, everything, so I'll need to know if you need anything off of it. It may be the last for a while, if I'll be out of commission."

Closing the datebook in front of her, she leaned an elbow on the table, cradling her chin. "If all goes well, it shouldn't be longer than a week. If it doesn't, I'll...make sure the proper channels are informed somehow."