He took a step back, hand closing loosely over the wrench. The buttons were...a little creepier up close, and Jack did wonder for a fleeting moment if the Other Father was perhaps a Splicer of some kind.

"Hi," he said cautiously, and slowly let go of the wrench. Other Father didn't seem like a threat, and if he should do something unexpected...well, Jack had his Plasmids.

"...Other Father, right?"