A brow raise at the shuriken. He leans down and picks one up, curious. He's never seen one up close before. Blackwatch is Gabe's arena. Jack only dots the i's and crosses the t's on the Un reports and cheque-books. Fingertip pushing experimentally on one sharp edge.

Jack follows their work digitally, of course, but has yet to see the ninja in action face to face. Something he'd like to remedy if he could scrape up the time. A commander should stand side by side with his men, not read about their exploits from the safety of a tablet.

"You returned from the mission six hours ago. I read the debrief."

His eyes flick back up to Genji's face. Glad he can see his eyes. The mask gives nothing away.

"What's behind your back?" Always to the point. He minces enough words during meetings with politicians and diplomats. Jack tries not to bullshit his own people whenever possible.

"Contraband?" The barest hint of a smirk.