"If we have too many Jacks, you can call me O'Neill, or J." said Jack, shrugging. "I'm not exactly hung up on being the only Jack around the place." he added with a grin.<br/><br/>He sobered as he followed Elsa's finger towards the landscape outside. "I've fought a few nasties myself, giant-kin types. Big, tough, not real fast or smart though. I wouldn't make the mistake of thinking all our enemies would be so accommodating though."<br/><br/>"I'll admit, I'm curious about this training myself. Whoever it is ..." he let his voice trail off. "Well, I guess we all have a hundred and one questions about this. If we're going to be working together though, we should get an idea what we're each good at. Learn to use our strengths best, and cover each others weaknesses."<br/><br/>He turned to look at Elsa. "I'll hazard a guess that since your dad is Thor, you're going to be pretty decent at the smacking bad guys around thing?"