Jack wasn’t so content to just sit at the first place available like Zadruch. He hadn’t forgot the leech swarm nor the pair of gruesome deaths via crocodilian. Of course it was pretty unlikely that one big ole snapper crawled all this way just to score an easy meal, but the space man used to think that talking trees didn’t exist either. He used to believe a lot of things before the warp. So while his companions had their little back and forth that Jack only somewhat caught, he busied himself with thoroughly inspecting a fallen log for comfort and security.
With that done the meat shield took a seat, though he still didn’t seem very confident in the jungle loveseat. His mind distracted by the thought of a foot long centipede crawling up his shirt Jack didn’t quite realize what Zadruch said until the bottle was already in the air. In a near panic, the space man caught the item in a not at all graceful almost snappy way. But he caught it!
Blinking away his surprise he opened the bottle with a genuine, “Thanks.” He only drank a small amount for the sake of not being a greater burden on his savior before tossing the bottle back. To keep the conversation going he asked both his companions, “So how long have the two of you been together?”