Re: first class - baths
"Only some people," Jack amended. People who knew him well. Because yes, he was certain there was at least someone who knew him very, very well, who only needed to meet his gaze to convey what he thought or felt, and it went both ways. "But that's what I do. It's what I've always done. They're super important to me, I think." He frowned. "They're not Mayors or Presidents or anyone like that, but they are... people I care about. Cared about." Because he felt that not all of them were still there, wherever there was. But they had been, once. He smiled when she said she liked saving people, because who could dislike a hero, but that smile only widened when she said she liked dancing. "I think you must be a very good dancer," he told her with certainty. "Your backflips were very impressive." As for what he built, he had to think again. He wasn't quite sure that was the right way to describe it, but fixing things, yes, that was right. Someone had taught him how once, and he'd liked it very much. "Oh, no, I don't think they're good or bad. They're just... useful. You don't like good things? But you like saving people," he pointed out. "That's very brave, and isn't that good?"
Had he actually tried to answer why he wasn't sweet, well, they might have been there a while. But her bouncing and bright demeanor distracted enough so that he didn't lose himself in his own thoughts again. "He kills people?" That was... alarming. Jack might have scared people big and small but he'd never hurt them. Except... he had. He'd hurt people, but they weren't people. Hm. That was a puzzling thought. "Are they bad? Is that why he kills them?" He could reconcile himself with that. He could even relate, and maybe he wasn't so different from her Mister J after all, if that was his motivation. And then they were talking about Sally again. Sally, who he could barely remember, and who didn't feel like she belonged to him at all. "I would think so, wouldn't you? Sally must be very nice. Er... she is. She..." He trailed off, but there had to be more than that. Didn't there?
The more he thought, however, the more he began to think that maybe he wouldn't know a Sally if he saw one. "I don't know," he admitted, finally. "I should know, shouldn't I? If she's my Sally I should know, but I don't." He sighed, trudging forward in his wet suit until he was closer, where he saw the hammer and studied it with interest. "I think all elected officials are useless," he said absently.