Jack never quite fits into the crowd as much as he'd like. One quick glance across the room might have him blending in against the sea of grey hair and coloured rinses, but a more discerning eye would soon pick out the broad shouldered bulk amongst a mostly frail player base. No one seems to be concerned with his presence though, some even showing interest at an ~imPort~ joining their ranks but most are gracious enough to leave him alone, especially when he's made sure to always keep his head down and stay out of the way. That's why he's quite distinctly sat off towards an edge and has left seats between him and others. He doesn't want company.

Yet here they are, him and some besuited guy taking a seat beside him that Jack spares a slow, laboured glance towards before dragging his attention back down to the card before him, almost begrudgingly dabbing at a number as it's called out. He lets a silence linger while Dooku settles, eyes still downcast as he eventually mumbles a reluctant, "Hi."

Dooku's face is one that's recognisable enough and it's the only reason he even gets a greeting in the first place. Fellow imPorts are interesting enough to draw Jack's distant interest, if nothing else.