"Does it matter if I'm right? Though I do like to think I am." Jack smiled at him, softly with understanding. She had her own thoughts on the whole afterlife, and she was okay a good part of it. Not that she was looking to die and test it.
"Sparring would be fine, and I don't know how much building we'll get done. We don't know how long we'll be here. That's the bitch of it, isn't it?" She laughed softly as she started looking for something to build up the fire.
"Smile much, Flyboy?" Jack was a smiler. She was a smiler, a laugher, and then some. She did like all of it.