"I don't expect anyone to hurt her. She may be a pacifist, but I'm the one who taught her to hook," Jack replied, eyes glancing at his hand for a moment. "Thanks though, now I won't have to kill your brother. Be a pity if Red started a Romeo and Juliet. I don't think that ended well..."

Sighing heavily, he dropped all pretense and laid back, holding his hand to his eyes and his head thumped against the carpet. "She has to be okay," he whispered, mostly to himself.