Jack nodded and began climbing down the ladder to his quarters. He sat on the edge of the bed, removed his boots and socks, then lowered his braces so he could strip off his shirts. At least if they talked down here, they wouldn't interrupt and could just relax.
"When I was there, I could sort of feel that things weren't quite right. Things were... different. At first though, it was sort of like whever I had been brought to was trying to give me a perfect life," he tried to explain.