[ he actually laughs. maybe it's the blood loss or the dizzy spells or whatever the fuck. it doesn't matter if he's a little delirious, honestly. ]

Relax, kid. I already had it checked out. I just tore it open again when I fell. It's fine. [ probably needs stitches now... but that at least he can take care of on his own. he thinks he likes it when jesse is plucky. it's better than the depressed and nearly catatonic man he'd first met. ] Besides, I'm starting to get to know Jack and a few of his shitbird friends. The ship wants us dead. Seems pretty straightforward.