Since his arrival back at the Suite, Jack had anticipated some sort of encounter with either Swann or Jolie that would, no doubt, be accompanied with a nice little lecture about how his performance wasn't perfect or good enough.

He hadn't won. He'd survived for awhile, sure, that was nice, but he'd lost out in the end. Not to mention that his death had been broadcast, as the pirate understood it, to millions of other prying and hungry eyes all over Panem. It's hard to be infallible and indestructible -- and any number of the other things Jack likes people to think of him as -- when that particular moment of weakness and vulnerability can be replayed over and over to anyone that wanted to see it.

He hears Jolie before she's near him, but doesn't turn to greet her -- instead, the broken bottle on the floor suddenly appears to be an incredibly interesting thing to look at for the time being. Because of that the kiss she places on his cheek comes as a surprise to him, and Jack immediately shifts around to face her. Normally the first remark would evoke a response in turn from him, but the pirate is, instead, briefly quiet and still as she frets with his dreadlocks. The expression on his face, in the meanwhile, is hard to read.

He'd almost wanted Jolie to chide him, to scold and tell him how disappointing he was, so that his anger about all this could be rightfully directed at someone. The acrimony was even bitten on the back of his tongue, ready. But she doesn't approach him that way.

That's why a half-smile, one that doesn't quite reach all the way to his eyes, presses at the corner of his mouth. "Full of surprises, ain't I."