You do that, I need to keep this shirt clean as long as possible since we can't really wash them here. Can't have your man tears all over it.

[Briefly he indulged himself in the idea of washing clothing once they'd gotten back, wearing something that didn't have the reek of nearly a week's worth of work in it. Finding the switch, he turned to look at Jack just a split-second before forcing the lever down, waiting to appear to be marginally impressed with Jack's handiwork]