The smile turned knowing as Jack turned away, just long enough to extract his wallet from his pants and slap a bill on the bar. That done, he picked up his bottle, and nodded towards the door. "I could use somethin' better than stale beer and bar nuts. Two fucking days on that mountainside. 'Could eat a horse," The last was added for show, to excuse the hungry, almost desperate look Jack was giving the other man. Had he been just a bit less exhausted, he would worry about how it looked, but right then, he just wanted to be out of there. With Ennis. And, really, possibly some food. But he knew that was going to have to wait, anyway.