"Anaba!" He watches her run off and knows damn well he's unlikely to catch her. "Bugger."
No matter how hopeless it might be, Jack has to try. He runs after her, doing much better at avoiding tripping than he is at actually matching her speed. Over the last few weeks, he's gotten better at moving on solid ground, and he can even now sleep through the night, but he still runs like a drunk girl.
"Anaba stop! Why not for people?! Damn it. Damn it. Bloody stop!!"