Apollon's Grace had been pretty packed, which made sense given the amount of damage Jack had seen just between his room and the Circean. A group of similar looking young men, the chef that had been unconscious, many women and men, all shapes and colorings. And in a wide variety of wounds and damage. Yet another concussion victim, like Eve, was just shipped out after the basic care.
Despite his suggestion that they avoid her room, once she had told him that it was bound to be covered in shattered sculptures, she had insisted. So, Jack had found himself standing in her room for the first time, albeit trying to step around various pieces of the decorations of her room. Once she had collected what she wanted to wear, he had immediately turned his back to allow her to change in semi-private. It simply never occurred to him to do anything else.
Once Eve had been dressed, they had returned to his room. Which, thankfully, had been empty. He had half thought/worried that Marla would have been waiting for them, and sighed in relief when he saw that the white room was distinctly lacking in scary, sexy, sexual predator.
The broken tv on the floor of the room certainly made him sad for a moment, in a completely childlike way. But, he had bent, lifted it, and carried it to stick it in the closet. If the ship decided to go insane again, he definitely did not want that flinging itself at his head. He nearly waved at it, while closing the door, but stopped himself at the last minute. No need to be a complete moron.
"That," he said as he walked out of his bedroom and into the main room, one hand curled around an item he had pulled out of his bag. "Would be a bad idea, I think." The padded low table ahead was his goal, as he walked across the room, before sitting on one side. "Hey, c'mere."