Jack smirked when he heard Serenity ask for his name. "You don't need to know my name. The likely chance of us ever meeting again is slime to none. That is unless you try to escape." Jack took the vial of blood and put it through a scanner. Jack looked at the results. "You aren't sick, well you haven't caught anything. I'm surprised your friends haven't come to get you yet. Then again, you should be great full of that, the place is rigged to blow anyway." Jack sighed and leaned back. He was in deep thought and that was easy to tell. It didn't take long for him to get up. He began reloading all of his guns and restocking his grenades. He used quite a few earlier. He took off the chest piece of his armor. He put it in a container to sterilize it. His chest and back were covered in scars that looked to be very old. After the piece was clean, he put it back on and walked counter he set up. What he was doing there was debatable.