All thoughts of where and who Jack had been and been with when the first crash had hit were wiped away in a flood of concern over Eve's current state. He had nearly tripped over what looked like part of a broken table, but caught himself enough to keep going. Thankfully the rocking of the ship that had made his trip there twice as difficult had seemed to have stopped.
It was pure selfishness, probably, that he was focused more on her rather than on any of the injured around them. Everything in him that his parents had drilled into his self since childhood told him that the moment he was sure she was secure, he try to help out as best he could. His medical skills drew the line at basic first aid, maybe a bit of triage to determine whether it was bad or bad but no more. Yet, still, he knew he could, should and would help in any way he could.
It just was not in him to do otherwise.
He took her hand, already moving forward to pull her into his arms for a moment. If only to reassure himself that she was okay. Or at least alive. Then he pulled back, enough to look her over. One hand on her jaw, he checked out her eyes, she seemed a bit dazed. And head injuries should always be determined first, even while he was seeing that her pupils were larger than they should be. "Can you tell me what you're feeling?" Jack had had a concussion himself on at least two separate occasions, and his parents had drilled the symptoms of what happened into his head so he would know.