Jack shot a Look in at John with his comment on his responses. Could he not see that even now John was having an influence on him? He hated him being so nasty to him, and it even stung a little. He folded his arms and leaned against the wall, watching him under the spray.

"Right. Because nothing says 'I'm doing great' than hiding in a spaceship with a bullet through your leg like a wounded fox. Sounds like a great time to me." He snorted and huffed, looking away from him. Jack wasn't happy either, and since John's little stunt, he couldn't help but feel grumpy. John had set him off. He hated being this way and wondered what Gwen would say to soften him up. She always had a talent for that.

"Just.. finish scrubbing up, will you? I'm getting tired of waiting on you."