[Jack bursts out laughing at that, the memory still vivid despite having been half stunned and entirely terrified at the time, and he spits a fair imitation of their own beloved property-owner's best icy contemptuousness.]

Mister Holden. If you're so determined to kill yourself, you can walk out those gates and at least draw off some of the undead as a last charitable act. And even if you aren't, I'll toss you out there myself if you threaten to short out my equipment again.

[He grins, nudging the tools toward Sam in a none-too-subtle invitation to try for himself. Teach a man to fish, and all that. (God, that one wasn't Japanese too, right?)]

She dragged me to Doctor Myers right after, though.