Pfft, now the little bastard wasn't so tough, was he? Jack smirked defiantly. This punk was sorry? Well, Jack certainly wasn't.

He turned to the orderly with a cocky smile. "I regret nothing. Gonna come at me with a needle now, big guy?" He adopted a mock fighting stance. "After last time, I don't think it would be fair to either of us if I don't go down without a fight. That is, unless you want to go back to dickin' about on your merry way and let me and the little one settle things our own way."