"Agreed, but if you keep driving so drastically like you did before I'm going to be taking over on that..." he says before remembering how his truck got wrecked. "Wait... nevermind..." Jack darts his eyes back and forth, not wanting to divulge that embarrassing information. "Either way, who's the medic and I'm guessing that Desmond is alright?" his hands find his pockets, realizing that he's the only uninjured male in the group at the moment, and feeling outnumbered on that thought he feels like he should pick his words carefully instead of just saying what's on his mind.