Jack's eyes widened in realization. He did know her. How could he have been so stupid? That's why this place felt so familiar. "You just left..." she spat bitterly, "no goodbye, no warning, no calls. Just poof, gone. Instant fame." His eyes filled with regret as he looked over at her. "June-" "It's fine. I know how it goes. I'm over it anyway," she huffed waving him off as she rearranged the rental gloves, "Just didn't expect to see you back here." He watched her bustle around the room finishing up her cleaning. "Guess fate knew I needed to come home and get my head straight," he said with a weak chuckle. She rolled her eyes letting out a scoff. His face fell again. "Pfft, sure. Keep tellin' yourself that. Fate doesn't drag anybody to this hellhole unless they deserve it," she replied coldly, tucking her jacket under her arm. "Welcome back to Hell's Kitchen, Murdock."