He accepts the piece from Firo with one hand, downing rum with the bottle in his other one, then takes a bite. A few contemplative chews later, and Jack shrugs. "Had worse." It didn't help that it was stone cold from the fridge, probably, but the pirate didn't know otherwise.

Firo's reaction is understandable, and Jack makes a noise that sounds almost like a laugh in agreement. The Capitolite's priorities in this place were stupidly absurd and misplaced, and it irritated him to no end.

"True for the both of us, eh?" He's expecting it, when Jolie or Swann see him next. It's inevitable. "What a disappointment we are, aye, three weeks in hell but coulda done better. Shame." Okay, yeah, it's hard not to feel resentment and bitterness directly after what had happened. He pauses to chug his rum. "Or what next material would accentuate this or that."