There wasn't a part of his body that didn't ache. The beating the young man had taken before was now taking a large toll on him. But more than anything there was the sore kind of stinging pain of the bullet wound. Had he really called out for Lexa? He wasn't even sure himself. All was fuzzy. So many questions. Then he heard her voice, like solace in the darkness. He said not a word, which was unusual for him, but it was hard to focus with all the pain and such. Slowly but surely a smirk came onto his face when he was finally able to comprehend what she had said. 

"Cockroach...huh? I-I always thought I was more like... some kind of sexy wild cat... you know...?" It was good to see his sense of humor hadn't died like he could have. That was no surprise, his sense of humor had lasted him through the worst tortures one could imagine. What did surprise him was that Lex was there. Not only was she there but she had seemed to have [i]saved[/i] him. What an interesting turn of events. It was almost like... she [i]cared[/i] about him. 

But surely that was impossible. She had only saved him because it was her nature to do so. It was more likely that she was going to turn him in as soon as she could get rid of him. Jack let out a labored sigh at the thought. When at last it felt like someone actually cared if he lived or died, it was only to make sure he was to suffer some more.