"She'll be fine.." Jack lowers her down to the ground. He figures it has to do with maybe a delay. Of course, the severity of injuries for himself depends on how long they do take to bring him back.


Jack seats himself down on the ground with her, and props her head up. It shouldn't be much longer he figures.


As if on time, or it just took it's damn time she finally opens her eyes. Her body still healing, but there's no further risk of bleeding out, there's still signs of the fact. Yes. She was food. She shakes her head to clear herself out, she takes in a few deeps breaths. "Saint Peter was constipated." She mutters to herself under her breath.