"Unless you can win," Jack tacked on to her statement about picking fights with townies. Some of those people seriously deserved it. Taking notice of the fact that Dom was icing her lip, he frowned a bit. "All that luck but you're the two who are still banged up at the end of the day." That didn't really seem fair all things considered. He could get beat to hell and back and be fine in time. Without even going much in the way of taking care of it.
When Longshot admitted that he had taken down a mugger as well, Jack nodded. "No, that's not fighting. That's just target practice." Especially considering how the other man had admitted to felling him. At some point he might need to ask Longshot to teach him how to do that. Not that it would work, but it wouldn't hurt for Jack to have some sort of range skill on his side.
"Clothes! Got it," he said, starting toward the door to his room with a, "Don't worry. This moon is safe," comment tossed over his shoulder. When he returned, he was carrying an armful of clothes and dressed. Well dressed was going a bit far, but he had at least put on a pair of shorts to contain things.