Jack thought the kid might be drinking. Wouldn't be the first time he caught an agent hiding in the hangar with a bottle. Or porn, maybe. The barracks aren't perfectly private, and some people are more shy than others.

He's regretting taking an evening stroll already.

"You know, it isn't necessarily my busine--" Then Genji hands over his... hand? Jack can't hide the horror on his face, jumping back a foot. He's seen a lot of shit in his time, and while this is nowhere near the worst of it, the shock factor has to count for something.

"Genji! What the hell? Why are you fixing this on your own? Has Dr. Ziegler seen this? Jesus christ..." He reaches out, to tentatively give one of the fritzed mechanical fingers a poke. Brow fretted so hard he just gave himself a new set of wrinkles.

"Doesn't that hurt?"