[ Yeah, and so do bandits, Jack thinks, and he nearly says as much, though watching her prepare the needle gets him to decide that maybe sarcasm isn't the right approach at the moment. She's already going to be jamming a needle into his face, so he probably should give her any reason to be less than gentle. Still, he breathes out: ]

Ohhh boy.

[ That part is pretty dry, but otherwise, he'll try to keep his reactions to a minimum. Emphasis on "try," since no promises there. She leans close, and Jack briefly meets her eyes as he starts to laugh at the first question, though the laugh stops quickly when the needle is pressed to his skin. It's really not much compared to the throb of the wound itself, but there's something about the anticipation but also the trust in letting someone do this that gets his breath to catch.

As such, he's thankful for her distracting question. ]

Yeah, luckily, the two- The two are kinda related. [ A pause, and then: ] Well, uh. More or less. The body double, that's- That's because my boss is trying to assassinate me? Which, eh, normal office politi—

[ His cavalier attitude about Hyperion is cut off as the needle hits a spot that gets him to seize up a bit more, but as he tries his best not to move, his response is a bit odd. He smiles, cracking a grin, though it doesn't seem very genuine. ]

Unrelated to question number two, though, minus the fact that the body double is kinda helping. Before here? I was saving the moon. Aaand the space station I work on, but, uh, moon has way more innocent people. It's- Well, getting murdered is just a workplace hazard at Hyperion. This crazy bitch with a stupid name took over Helios and is trying to destroy the moon, so, y'know, gotta stop that.

[ He pauses in his story thoughtfully, though that's also covered up by a partial wince as she heads towards the middle of the wound. ]

So... gotta get outta here quick as we can. Otherwise there won't be a moon left to save.