Jack hoped that Jack the monkey was, at present, uncomfortably pinned to something by young Hannibal. He really, really hoped that. Why don't you ask him?
Jack smirked. He really did get a kick out of her.
What do you think Jack?
Jack didn't answer her. Instead, he took the compass out of his pocket again, and sat up straight. He didn't open it, but he could hear the needle inside it rolling and clicking, deciding things. He didn't need to open it; he knew where it pointed. And it was not going to point to Inara. Inara was not here, and he did not want her just now.
Without asking, and with lowered eyes, Jack grabbed Elizabeth's hand by the wrist and set it on the compass, so that both of them were holding it.
This had to get settled. This was stupid.
He heard the compass roll and click more, and he made sure she could not pull her hand away. With the raise of an eyebrow, Jack opened the compass with his other hand.
The needle registered on one side, then the other, over and over, back and forth, back and forth, between both of them, pointing first to Elizabeth, then to him, then to her, then to him.