Lex didn't move from her spot and neither did Jack. He kind of just stared at the ceiling of wherever they were and listened to her breathing. It was so silent that was pretty much all he could hear was both of them breathing in the quiet. He could tell something was up with her, just by listening. When she finally spoke, mentioning Shirley he couldn't help but laugh. Laughing made him wince but he couldn't help but do so. She finally knew why he wanted this man dead, why it was such a big deal to him. "Yea, he's kind of a dick. More so..." He coughed among his words. "More so a bag of really tiny dicks." 

"So... You going to tell me what's up with you? Why you saved me? Why you're all freaking out over there?" With a short, painful breath he added. "I know it's not because I almost died." 

Jack forced himself up into a sitting position. "AGHHH!!" He clutched his chest in pain. "The fuck." Oh yea... He had gotten shot. That was not fun. "What's the matter, Lexa?"