Jack didn't say a word as he followed the rest of the group. He began pondering what could have made him behave so poorly, he'd never been that big of a douche before. He gazed down at the bottle of whiskey as he walked, unsure if he even wanted it anymore, wondering if it would even do the group and good. He lifted his head, his brows furrowed as he began to think back to previous decisions he'd made. He remembered the one he made yesterday that resulted in the death of not one, but three teammates. Another memory was in his head, the one where he was escaping Zaida's lair and he passed Draco in a cell. He was often plagued with this memory, mostly because he knew just how wrong he was to walk away and only save himself when it would have taken very little effort to save him as well. Jack's head lowered in shame, he knew that he'd made bad decisions. Jack looked up just in time to see the other's had stopped, going to a halt as he looked ahead and saw the supermarket. Jack heard them speak, but he remained silent. Jack entered behind them, but stayed near the entrance. "I'm going to keep watch outside," He said casually, "Wouldn't do to have something sneak in here and get us while we're not ready. I'll yell if I see anything."