Jack's pretty sure that he's not allowed visitors, but he's hardly going to turn away Izzy. "Boy, are you a sight for sore eyes." He props himself up on his elbows, then struggles into a seated position. "They should have sent you in earlier. I can feel my blood pressure coming back up." He pats the edge of his bed, half expecting her to turn him down, but hoping that she'll take the invitation and sit.

He knows that she works here. He wonders if she's been assigned to him, or if she's here to see him just because she wants to. Perhaps even before he's been cleared? Bending rules for him. He has to admit, he doesn't hate the idea. He doesn't hate anything about her, really, so that's not exactly surprising.