Jack looked around. He wouldn't give up just yet, that just wasn't in his nature to do. He held Elle tight, wanting to give her the escape she needed.
"There's always time to eat. Got a few other plans at the moment," he replied with his smile, really wishing he had his guns, his communicator, hell even his coat with him. Where was the blue box when he needed it? he thought to himself.
Jack was strong but he wasn't himself and Elle was passed out and dead weight in his arms. He couldn't give up.