Gwen manages to scoot over so he can wrap his other arm around her. He nods at her explanation.
"Figures," he murmurs. "Things usually are Owen's fault, aren't they?"
Jack sighs. Every bone in his body aches. He knows the process of bringing him back to life is still at work and he has no way of stopping it. Right now, he almost doesn't care what happens to him. He can't die, so he can stay in the snow forever.
The others can't, though. The Doctor has been injured and needs shelter and proper medical attention. The red-haired woman seems fine, but she looks tired. Martha isn't wearing enough clothing, though under different circumstances, he wouldn't complain, and Gwen looks ready to pass out from the flu.
He looks down at Rose's face as he repeats, "I think we need to move." Then he turns his head to regard the red-haired woman, her words to Martha only just settling over him. "Sorry, who did you say you were, again?"