[ There's a flicker of a smile that's understanding at the first part, and the sympathetic, bleeding heart part of him wants to ask more, but he decides against it. Maybe if it wasn't familiar, he would have, but he knew how much Mox had hated it. Maybe he'd learned in the end after all, and it's why he shrugs and gives a casual, if vague answer. ]

Nah- I mean, hard to take my word for it, but I get it. Just joking with you here, I promise.

[ Because he can guess she'd be uncomfortable with that, Jack moves on quickly as that cockiness returns. ]

Now you're just flattering me. [ His tone is teasing, but this also sounds like something he is absolutely okay with... This probably would even seem more flirtatious than his genuine attempts, but no, he just loves having his ego inflated. Platonically, in her case. ] There's no place for a hero, but, hey, that's why you've just gotta make it yourself. At least, that's what I figure.

[ He waves his hand vaguely, since he's just talking with his hands here. ]

Because more than you'd think. Miiight be because I make a living working with snakes, so, hey, can't even promise that any of my impressions have ground here beyond good ol' fashioned paranoia, but. Doesn't seem like the worst thing, all things considered. So, that caveat said, still interested? I'll give you the cliffnotes.