"Performance issues, Mister Wilder?" Henley teases, trying to keep that bit of struggle, no matter how understandable, from shaking Jack too much. Reaching for where she assumes there to be a light switch, curtains to the balcony at the far end of the room drawn as they enter, she pops her eyebrows. She'll look around, take in what they have to look forward to in a minute. Right now, she's taking pleasure in mocking Jack -- and, apparently, Daniel in mimicking him.