"Nope, the US isn't. I am, A couple of my team are. But officially, hell no we're not in this province. Understand?" Yeah he was making stuff up, winging it, but he knew enough about how things should sound to make it sound authentic, and he figured maybe Becker was looking for something to believe in that made more sense than the enemy leaving his gun and someone trying to talk to him out of the goodness of their heart. No, Better to let him believe this was what he thought it was but he was being rescued.
"Water I do have as it happens." he'd been out for a run and he luckily still had the bottle, not military issue but it would do. He handed it over and waited a little bit as Becker took a sip and then once the gun had clattered to the pavement, Jack moved to the wall to sit alongside Becker.
"You're gonna be okay. You are, we're gonna get you out and we're gonna get you home. You don't even have to admit you got rescued by a damn Yank, how about that, and how about till we're rescued you keep taking to me, about anything, everything, nothing. Just talk at me until we get out of here"