One of the Doc's apparent assistants took up the stretcher, edging Jack aside and helping carry the dark haired woman off. He did not have time to tell her that it was fine, she did not necessarily owe him anything, because they had efficiently whisked her off. And he could at least do one more bit of assistance before he made sure Eve made it to Apollon's Grace.
Jack sent a surprisingly easy grin in Eve's direction. When her hand dropped from his shoulder, he paused long enough to brush the back of his knuckles across her cheek. She moved away to check on the man they had planned to rouse (but was waking on his own), and Jack himself bent and double checked the pulse of the man that the mostly naked girl had landed on. Just in case. Even though the Doc already had, and he knew it was completely useless.
Nothing.
"Apollon Grace, sir," he told the man in the chef's uniform, as he came up behind Eve. "All those who are not direly injured are being redirected there."