[He knows what's she's thinking, if only because they had just gone over it for the second time -- and now the third mention of it this evening. They were doomed to chase each other until time ran out for them. It all seemed pretty pointless after nearly being erased from time and space altogether.
Jack doesn't bother to even think about cleaning any of her blood off him. That much still doesn't make him sick.
When she comes back out, she'll find him staring at the ring between his claws thoughtfully, with a bit of good ol' Noir disdain.]