Rich doesn't really understand the mechanics of the situation, so as far as he can see, one minute Jack is standing in one corner of the room, and the next, he's slightly to the right, his old body blank.

He does feel like something got in his head, though, a tingling feeling in the back of his mind that makes his stomach tie in knots.

"We don't have time for you to admire the interior of my fucking skull! Can we hurry this up!?"

The hologram beside Jack, meanwhile, raises a well-manicured eyebrow at her cohort. Rich is far less reserved.

"Gross! That's my fucking mom-"

"Language, Richard. Would you like to tell me who this 'gentleman' is? I suppose my firewalls aren't as secure since your little tantrum."