He lets his finger hover in place for a moment until it drops down. He stays watching her for a moment before puffing a bit more smoke out from the side as he turns and then looks back at her briefly. He turns then figuring it wouldn't matter for her if he was right in front of her or a few meters away. He instead pays more attention to the ship than her, playing off her game, and starts to pace around the ship.
"Still alive... just barely... what were you thinking anyway... *puff* coming here... and in a grunt piece of $%@# ship normally given to fresh cuts with no armor."
He walks around and pokes is fingers though one of the cracks in the hull. The ship in touch falls apart a little more and he steps back a bit, puffing some more smoke.
"I mean a Hyena would have done a better job than this... other than maybe Zeta's hole though... but still. Replying 'trying to survive' when I asked you what you are doing out here was..."
He just shakes his head. He had done a complete circle around the ship and had come back to her. It didn't bother him she just stayed how she did the entire time having her head down. He concluded however he'd rather have her life this then moving around any more and possibly breaking open the wounds that she had under her t-shirt. He reached other again without invitation or notice, pulling at a piece of her blood-stained shirt with his fingers and then letting go. He could still feel it wet and when he looked down at his hand he had her blood on his finger tips.
Jackson took a puff of his cigar again, still in his mouth between his lips until he spat it out and it lands on the floor and he steps on it.
He grabs her arm then, not so hard but not gently either.
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