[ Jack grumbles something unintelligible and rolls over onto his back. He blinks at her. Given that he's friendly rivals with a giant talking rabbit, her appearance isn't what surprises him. ]

You know, I'm three centuries old and I've never been called a sir in my whole life. [ He chuckles. Even feeling as awful as he does, he still gets a kick out of it. ] I'm okay. I just broke some rules and now I'm paying for it in dividends. So, nothing new for me.

[ Though the sick feeling isn't going away, and he finds his hands trembling slightly when he tries to pull himself up using the chain link fence for support. Lightheaded, woah. He manages to sit up and decides that's enough for the moment, so he leans against the fence and closes his eyes. ]

Look, I really hate to ask for help... [ Really. He's stubborn and doesn't want to. ] ...but I think I need your help.