Al mostly concerns himself with the fact that Jacqueline looks as though she'll fall, and a twisted ankle usually comes from heels like those. He knows.

Though he goes quiet and defers utterly to Rufus in this matter, subservient and sweet, his hand hovers around the small of her back, guarding her.

He hasn't quite put it together. But somehow, this is Jack. What he doesn't know is if it's the Jack he knows.

He clears his throat. "Are you feeling all right?"