In his travels, Jack had learned that every interaction was significant.  You could learn a lot about a person by how they reacted to you.  Not disappointed in the slightest with her response, Jack helped the young lady to her feet.  A lesser person would have been too proud, too desperate to prove their own strength and independence to have accepted his aid there.  It was a subtle play, but an important one.  Fubuki was in a higher class than most, indeed.

Jack had suspected this might have been the case from their conversation in the limo, but still, he wanted to be certain.  

"I should have given you a lot more credit from the start," Jack apologized.  "Please forgive me, I have the habit of assuming everyone is a moron until they prove otherwise."

But she didn't really seem to be listing at this point.  There was something in her expression; concern, perhaps?  She appeared to be eyeing the palace gates.

"I'm not judging you at this point," he said rather bluntly, as it was indeed the truth.  "Tell me what's on your mind."