Jack really, really did not want to move from his room. His room was great, perfect even. And he had asked Eve to stay with him after the first time they had heard about someone being murdered, when the whispers had gone around the ship like wildfire. His room was literally Cloud 9 inspired, and more than comfortable, it was safe.
Safe for him from his clumsiness. Sure, he might survive a serial killer, but then he would trip first thing in the morning and kill himself on a nightstand or something. Knowing his luck.
He would do as he was told, by the proper authority figure, but he would not claim to enjoy it.