Jack stared in awe at Ginji and Indra. Here he had thought Ginji was injured; apparently he was just gearing up for a battle. Impressive as it was, Jack wasn't looking to make HIS state of being worse and increased his distance from Indra. He continued slinking back until he got to where James stood.

"Hey, let me see that a second," He said, turning the beam of James's flashlight away from the skirmish and at himself, opening his coat. It wasn't as if the fighters needed further illumination; they were lit up like a bug zapper already.

Hm. Well, the second flow of blood didn't appear to have made it to the outer layer of shirts yet, though the evidence of his first fight was still apparent. And even if the clothes were effectively soaking up the blood, it didn't lessen the pain any. Jack smirked at James. "You don't have any bandages or painkillers, do you?"

So what if there was a deathmatch going on a few feet away? It obviously didn't concern Jack anymore.