Jacque observes his surroundings as they make their way in the building. He quietly questioned to himself if the Keeper had provided the right directions until they got inside and received the detached 'greeting'. Yeah, this is the place.
"Mable Wood," he replied. The Sheriff had mentioned this wasn't the place to fuck around and if he was going to spend the night playing as Mable's mouthpiece it was best to start early to instill the habit.