Taking the pills, Jackson just leaned with his back to the wall for a good moment, before he finally opened his eyes once more and looked at the woman. "This place," He finally spoke up as he watched her. "The way you were looking around it earlier, you've been here before huh?" He asked simply. "When you were looking, you weren't searching for anything hostile, more like looking at something familer." He couldn't say he knew the feeling, but he did know what it looked like when someone was looking back at a memory, if only beacuse he had often wondered if it was something that was a comforting thing to be able to do or not.