[ When Elizabeth takes his hand, he shifts to hold her wrist securely, since this isn't meant to just be a polite offer. He's genuinely wanting to help her out here. He'd started to murmur out a "hey," when she had started to get up alone, but it's quickly quieted as she reconsiders. He braces himself to help her up, though it does come with a half grimace at how the exertion makes that wound on his face throb.

Which, of course, she points out.

All stupid machismo, Jack cracks a cocky grin, and he laughs. ]

What, this? Hah- This is, I mean, got my nose broken the other day, so this is nothing.

[ Though, after saying it's nothing, he does let go her her hand to reach up and feel the wound again, though he winces. ]

...Wait, does it look that bad? Shit, wait, it's totally- Ahhhh crap, this is gonna be a scar, isn't it?