Jack very, very much wanted to tell John just how nasty the Master had been, but decided it really wasn't worth the effort. He opened the doors to the med bay and ushered John in. It stung a little, what John said, but he wasn't about to let it get to him. Not that he'd show, anyway. Jack was always better at hiding those feelings than John was; much less likely to lash out in an emotional outburst, but then, John was very good at getting things done.

"You're right, a jailer would be better than me, because you know that you can't fuck with me because I know aaaalll of your little tricks, John. I don't put up with your shit, and you can't manipulate me like you can everyone else."

Jack flipped open his Vortex Manipulator to scan John. "How are you feeling? Are you feeling sick at all?" Just because he was mad at John didn't mean he didn't care.