-Jack is silent for a moment, simply watching the other leave. However, his eyes are instantly drawn to the satchel and the too-familiar corner of his pelt. He reacts instantly, lunging forward and grabbing for the bag desperately.- Drop. It. Right now.
-He rips the bag out of the Freaks grasp and turns to face him with his eyes wide.- What in Omega’s name is wrong with you?! I’m not going to drop my bag. I rarely carry one, but I was…. scoping things out. -Starts to walk backward and turns quickly, taking off for the TARDIS as fast as his little legs would carry him. He frantically grabbed for the spare key behind the ‘P’ and let himself in.-