[ As Jack gets stared at, his half-smile starts to slip, since the way Rhys is looking at him is... Weird? It's totally weird. The guy looks friggin' pissed, and, granted, Jack is used to being on the receiving end of this kind of look, but. Usually, he at least knows the other person. ]

Uh—

[ Jack starts to speak up to ask if he can help Rhys and just generally prompt him out of angrily staring, but Rhys beats him to that at least. Jack's brow knits together in confusion, but it shifts quickly into an expression that's decidedly less than impressed. ]

Yeah, good friggin' morning to you too.

[ That's mostly mumbled to himself, but it's definitely loud enough for Rhys to hear it. Jack wasn't really trying to hide saying it in the first place, though. He at least stands to watch Rhys struggle with the machine and also to get a better look at him, since, well. That was weird. Does he know this guy? Though after a moment of Rhys's struggles, Jack sighs and speaks up. ]

Okay, whatever, just throwing this out here, but even if you figure out how to use that? You're not gonna like what comes out. Trust me. Looks like- Okay, well, it looks like high cuisine on Pandora or something, if you catch my drift here.