Jackson can't technically be considered a part of the police force here-- he's a newcomer, and strangely enough, this place don't take exceedingly well to them-- so he's stuck creeping around the edges of the scene, just like everyone else. He spots Emma doing much the same, and while her manner of dress is different than what he's used to, he can't say she's too bad to look at.

Hell, when has he ever found a woman to be bad to look at? Hardly never, that's when. He's just lit a cigarette, so he takes a drag and exhales before meandering his way over to her, leaning heavily against one of the brick walls. Cleaner than London, he'll give it that.

"Strange, isn't it?" What an opener, right? "You think they'll find the guy?"