Her name is Elsa. That is basically the single bit of personal information she's willing to share with him—and that's only after calling North and confirming his identity, that little bitch. Other than that, she also deemed necessary to tell him that she had to go to work so he should sort things out on his own, but that if he even thought of coming near her belongings, she'd be pressing charges. And not even his uncle's positive influence would protect him from her wrath.
He then reminded her that it was his (temporary) house too, which only helped fuel her disdain toward him. After that fun interaction, Jack grumpily dragged his ass back to unloading Hiccup's truck before the crazy woman changed her mind and decided to bite his fucking head off after all. Less than a glorious hour of knowing her, and Jack already knows she's crazy like that.
Until she had to leave for work, the woman kept glaring at him from across the room like he was some sort of ticking bomb sent from her arch-nemesis to destroy her from within. Which he finds slightly insulting, seeing as she knows nothing about him yet… And also, how self-centered could this crazy chick be?
"Ah, yes, Miss Elsa," Noth says in his ear when Jack finally gets to call him at the end of the day. "Lovely girl, is she not?"
Jack hums as he hunches in front of the open fridge. You can tell a lot about a person by their fridge, and what he can tell about this Elsa girl so far… is that she's a weirdo. There's so much kale and plain yogurt in there it looks less like a human being's fridge and more like a prop straight out of a better living commercial.
"The loveliest." Jack rolls his eyes when he sees a carton of almond milk on the door. "That's not the point, North. The point is you forgot to mention that there was a woman living in your goddamn house when you said I could crash here while I looked for a new place."
"I don't see what the problem is."
"Let's just say there are some people in this world who are just not compatible," Jack reasons, trying his best to keep his voice even. North was on a long-awaited extended vacation and the last thing Jack wanted was to put a damper on the man's enthusiasm.
"Nonsense. I've known Miss Elsa for years. She was my yoga instructor."
There's a mason jar on the counter with what looks like an alien kidney inside. He shakes the jar with a disgusted frown, making the dirty brown liquid inside swish around. Ew.
"My condolences for that," he mumbles to himself.
"You're overthinking things, nephew."
Somehow, it feels like Jack is the only one doing any thinking at all, but he chooses not to say that out loud.
"Trust your old uncle: you'll love her in no time!"
"I don't think so."
"I feel it in my belly!"
"...You're eating too much cheese, uncle."