Jackson had glanced inside the café as he walked by, only to do a double-take and very nearly walk into a wall. He came to a stop just in time, missing that unfortunate encounter by a step. He instinctively leaned a hand up on the wall, however. That was... Corbie and Corbie.

His brain was absolutely going there.

At least, it had been, until he noticed the infant squirming in one of the Corbies' lap. Record scratch, new train of thought. This wasn't a wet dream, but more Inn weirdness, and it wasn't two nights past he'd drunk himself into a proper stupor instead of facing poor Hobbs. If this was anything like that, he figured Corbie might appreciate someone being there.

He walked in tentatively, making sure as he came closer that the Corbie he knew was the one without the squirming baby. (Small favors. Then again, since the one with the babe looked a little older, was that much of a comfort at all?)

And so it was the infant-free Corbie he addressed when he asked, "Everythin' alright, darlin'?"