[ Why, are you activated by Jack's voice? Tim thinks about asking, but he's not sure of what his tone will be so he wisely elects to keep a lid on that particular bit of sass.

Instead he just shakes his head, still intermittently snickering, and gives up his efforts for the time being. He's pretty sure he felt the cork move, at least. Like, a little bit. ]

I dunno; normally I'd be pointing out the overblown way people talk about Jack all the time—like he was some kinda omnipotent tech wizard or something—but that was before I found out he rigged an entire friggin' casino to his vitals, so you know what? Your concerns are duly noted.

Anyway, c'mere and put that spiffy bionic arm of yours to good use for a second, wouldja, sugarplum?

[ He pauses midway through proffering the bottle to Rhys to grimace. ]

Eegh... sorry. It's sometimes—we were talking about Jack, so it just. Kinda. You know.