Jack Sharpe II: BE AGRESSIVE!
Colby, btw.
Jack would have thought Darja could handle a guy of that level of strength, but apparently not, he doesn’t regret going to deal with Victor, it needed to happen—only that the time dilation had resulted in an injury to his friend. He doesn’t say anything for a moment as he listens to her explanation.
“I do, he asked me to keep it between us, so I did, as I would hope you would too, friends or not,” he tells Darja. He’d told her to watch out for him, the psycho’s reasoning is sort of irrelevant, and that he’d brought in ‘Kinslayer’ is just a reason to be more annoyed with Roger.
He’d have to step on that nerd eventually. Just need to find a way.
Staring off into space for a moment, he blitzes a change of clothes, and a wipe down with a moistened toilette and some fresh deodorant. He doesn’t sweat, or really expel anything, and he has no oily skin to speak of, ever, but he had definitely gotten a little Victor on him—so a little clean-up is necessary before he flies to the hospital fast enough to ever so briefly crack the sound barrier before he lands on the roof.
“I’m going to go see him now, if you want to join me Princess,” he adds, “He won’t blame you for what happened,” he adds before she might express something stupid.