The rules for Longshot's luck were interesting, and Jack was sure that he and Dom could find some ways to test its limits in the future. Assuming they kept the new guy around that long. If there were a lot of people after him, they might need to get him the hell off the ship and on his way to somewhere like Serenity-X before their own cover was blown. No matter how hot he was.
"Cure? No. They don't even seem to bother with trying to find one. They just lock you up on a couple of moons for the eternity. And, yeah, the healing factor is a perk, one of a couple, but if anyone's packing silver it doesn't work nearly as well. And then there's the fact that I can't live planetside because, depending on the lunar cycle, I normally spend about three days out of a month turning against my will and without any way to control myself." His smile was just a touch less jovial than before. "Win some, lose some, right? I like to fly anyway."
Talking to Longshot was a lot like talking to his niece. Straightforward, honest, a somewhat refreshing and new view of the world. "It's not strange anymore, no. And might I remind some people," he glanced at Dom over his shoulder, "that I lost my clothes in a valiant rescue mission. Also I did ask for pants, but there wasn't time to fulfill the request. This," he gestured a hand at his body, "is not entirely my fault, and you don't seem to mind all that much anyway, captain."
Jack automatically reached a hand out to steady the other man when he went to get up. "I think a nice lie down would be best. Plus this is hardly the fanciest ship you're ever going to see. It'll keep."