Jack shifted his gaze in Dradel's direction, unsure of which of them was telling the truth and which wasn't. On the one hand, this man had put a gun to Jack, and he didn't like that very much. On the other, Jack was eaten alive by Dradel last night as he slept, and he wasn't about to forget that. Jack felt himself slipping deeper and deeper into the darkness as the seconds inched by, and he knew that soon he wouldn't be in the frame of mind he needed to deal with this situation. Jack furrowed his brow as he moved his hand to cover his forehead. He hated this, being the one that everything was riding on. Jack tried to focus, tried to keep his head as long as he could. "So where do we go from here?" Jack questioned, directed at both Dradel and the man. He wanted to know what each of them proposed, maybe knowing would help him make a good decision here. After asking the question, he moved his hand down, but his brow remained furrowed. Jack was going to show as little weakness as he could right now, he didn't know what may be riding on him staying strong.