... Okay! For once Jack doesn't really care if he's treated his age or not, he gets his stuff and maybe his weapons!

... Make that weapon. There seems to just be his wrench in there, under his sweater, which he takes too. And his shoe. He quickly slides his shoe and sweater on before Cohen can comment, hopefully, and then he finally listens to Cohen and starts for the door. There! He's doing it, he's going out to, uh, do something about a masterpiece and/or find Atlas! Happy now, Cohen?