Jack's icy glare bored straight into the back of The Master's head. "Door was open? I don't buy it." He gripped the back of the chair and spun The Master round, digging the barrel of his pistol directly into his forehead. Jack was very, very unhappy. "What nerve do you think you have, marching into MY place and stealing info from MY team?" Jack had to take a moment to steady himself and his overeager hand, whose finger was practically twitching on the trigger. "Given that, and everything else you've done, give me one very, VERY good reason why I shouldn't paint Tosh's desk with your brains."