Jack let the weight of the skillet drag down his arm, but he made sure it wouldn't swing down enough to hit Pam. He offered a grin at Kate's disappearing back, swearing to himself that he was going to make sure he got to drag her off somewhere nice later, before his attention moved back to Pam.
"I'm fine, mom." He sighed, squeezing her again, fully realizing the fact that his own mother wouldn't have been caught dead fussing over him like this no matter what might have happened. "I'll hurt later, but nothing's broken. I bet I look all ruggedly handsome now though." He tilted back, looking to Simms, and then to Cecilia. "You know, you could always drag him off to the shock barrier and nudge him in, just so he stops calling it bullshit. I'll go get my camera. For science."