She didn't know who he was. Nicely, kindly giving her his Jacket and then politely gracing her to leave. “ I must go, I'm sure the restaurant is needing me” He starts to stand and leaps to the sidewalk. Laurel looking up at him as he leaps away. Laurel: “Sir, do you need your jacket.” Jack: “its for you” he gives a light smile nodding his head and looking around for his direction. After a long day, the harbor whispers a quiet hum and the music of the city and bordering restaurants can be heard from a distance. Walking back to her car with her folio bag Mrs Anderson stops into the Fleets Restaurant that sits just along the harbor, for a beverage. Dropping off her bag and walking to the entrance. Stepping across the boardwalk, she enters the double doors of the Restaurant.