Jack's attention moved at the scream, but then drifted directly back, more than certain he didn't want to see what horrors other people were discovering in their boxes. There was only so much he could handle at once, and on top of that, it was so hard to fight the urge to break off from the group entirely, dash up the stairs to his room, and enjoy his own reward. He wanted to see Isaiah. He wanted the videos of his friends back home, the music he'd been dying to listen to, the....other things available on the 32 gig hard drive and additional SD card.
When Pam stood, his eyes moved to Val, then back to Pam as he followed her. And then, as if by magic, there was the box, dropped on him as if she'd lost interest in it entirely. Confusion scrunched his face as he stared down at the scraps, then watched her go.
"Woah woah, where the fuck did that come from?" Jack took a single step forward despite the fact that his head had craned back in confusion at the same time, effectively getting his eyes no closer to the target. He recognized the animal immediately. After all, he'd cooked plenty of them during his career. It had even been one of the Chopped ingredients on his first stint. It didn't even occur to him that Pam was holding it like it was the cutest thing she'd ever seen, his brain already rifling through the multitude of ways he could cook it, until Pam spoke.
Then the realization came.
Oh god. Really? Really?
He forced himself to smile, though the look only made him appear constipated. "Heeeey, there ya go." At least she looked like she wasn't freaking out anymore. That was something! "I'm....uh....I'm gonna carry the box inside, okay?"