"Oh good God... it's even worse up close." He muttered about the sharp smells his wolf nose was picking up from the ferris wheel; his statement barely audible over the nearly rhythmic rumble of the crowd-noise.
He turned his attention to Kitty, attempting to stow his distraction by the nearly overwhelming odors. He motioned toward Jubilee, and the new friend she'd made. "She could be a politician."
This last statement must have veered a little too close to compliment territory for Jack, as he quickly added,
"Doesn't hurt that she's probably the first woman ever to say thing-one to him..."