Jean-Claude glances down at the face in the photograph on the boy's phone, before back up at his face. His own face largely unreadable for the span of a few breaths. Haven't seen him in a few days? He wonders just what sort of trouble this Matt Jones might be in, and sincerely hopes that his little club has nothing to do with it. For one, that's just bad for business...

He glances back down at the photograph, reaching for the phone to hold it closer for a moment, so that he can study it closer. "He is not here now," he answers, at last. "But his face... Is familiar. He's been here before, yes."