What was with people carrying weapons around with them? Obscure, non automatic weapons at that. He looked at the arrow as she offered it forward. Jack supposed it was nice enough. Nice for an arrow. If arrows were suppose to look nice.

There was a moment of remembrance, when Jack recalled a second of pain that occurred shortly before he'd run into the young woman. "Alright, I'll bite. If it wasn't one of yours, where do you think it came from?"