[Mention of medical school caught his attention, but he busied himself will rolling toward the kitchen, cans in hand. They had left over pie, but there was only so much pie that a man (or two) could stomach without starting to have an extreme dislike for it.]

Let's hope they keep being attracted to the booze. And the security measures are fine so far. I guess Janine's advice came in handy, after all, huh?

[Smiles at Jack as he started twisting open a can. Chicken noodle soup, not a bad choice for being on the run.]

So... medical school. What other things should we know about your mysterious past?

[As far as idle conversation went, he didn't want his guest to be bored! With Jack here, now, at least he wouldn't be distracted with wondering if he's alright.]