Jack scoffs at the held-up finger, though when he takes another step forward, he notes the recording device sitting at the desk. Halfway towards saying something else, he closes his mouth and waits.

He realizes very quickly that this isn't a file that John is reading. It seems to be a story- someones account of fighting a monster or a demon or something like that. He's almost tempted to say that it might be something that John had written and decided to record, but he doesn't seem the type for creative writing and Darrow has over and over now taught him just how likely it is for extraordinary things to occur.

When John finishes up and finally turns his attention to Jack, Jack finds himself distracted from the reason he came here. "I didn't mean to barge in, but no one else is here. In fact, was looking for Martin, but..." He gestures to the written statement. "I'm sorry, but what was that?"