As Fred wrapped her arm around Jack and rubbed his back, Myka looked over at Pete, her eyes widening a little when he said he'd been cut by an evil slinky. She shouldn't have been surprised by the idea that something she used to love to play with as a kid could be evil, considering everything she had seen at the Warehouse.
But still...
When Pete complained about the cut again, she took his hand. "Oh, come here," she said, kissing his finger. "Better?"
She then looked over at the others as Regan told them what they had been talking about. John raised his eyebrows as he took Cait's hand.
"You think the goo would help?" he asked.
"Well, it probably wouldn't hurt," Fred said as she rubbed Jack's back again when he hiccuped some more bubbles. "Or we could take another approach and tell him that's we're going to stick him under the nearest shower head and make him stand there until he tells us what's going on."