[ it isn't uncommon to see elena speedily bolting in from the distance, typically always one of the first to respond to a call. but spotting her at least gives him some hope that the others will be nearby. that d'artagnan will be. lifting his chin to her, jack still has that frown of 'thinking/assessing' on his features, but she gets a nod of greeting. he's generally more terse and distant during mission runs. ]

Macha was hell. Good riddance. [ he'd lost his sister there, lost dagger, saw david chipped away. so much bad came from macha, he's glad to leave it behind. jack's busy tapping at his cuff, besides, trying to bring up anything familiar on the display. he'll later learn it now functions as his daemon, but at the moment, it's just a blur of nonsense coding, nothing helpful.

glancing up, he looks at the bison when she moves, squinting for a second, before digging for his blackglass instead. he has his armor on, and elena's durable as hell. the creature won't be a problem. besides, his plasma rifle is still in the pod behind him. ]

She's the least of our worries right now. Did you see any other pods land? Can you get anything from your cuff?