Well, that cleared things right up, didn't it? Jack had his mouth open and one hand up, finger raised to make a point and then opted not to. Longshot was at a bit of a disadvantage here all things considered, especially with the memory loss. "Fair enough," he settled on after a moment because a long discourse about an internal moral compass that measured the difference between right and wrong was not always the best thing to launch into when one was sans pants. Or all clothing really.
Jack clapped a hand on Dom's shoulder and grinned. "That she is. And you are too. Imagine how that makes me feel?" Rather like one big naked target for everything bad the universe could throw at them.
Longshot was pretty damn hot too, but Jack had a policy about not flirting with injured, amnesiacs. It was a recent addition to his own internal moral compass. "I am in no way lucky. Actually even my ability to turn into a werewolf, mostly at will, is the result of a rather unlucky occurrence. Truthfully it was rather a mix of bad luck and rule breaking, but it's a long, boring story. Quick sum up of the ship interior is mutant," he pointed at Dom, "infected human," then himself before finally leveling a finger toward Longshot, "and other because I've never quite smelled anyone like you. Sorry if that comes across strange."