Jack hums his agreement. “That sweet girl, Prim. She got cut off from the exit. I didn’t have enough free hands.” He looks at Natasha in the mirror, smiles. “You’re sweet to say so. I thought it was getting better, but I fell asleep face down.” He speaks to the two of them as though they aren’t surrounded by people he knows will gossip. “Better me than her, but I could have done without the whole thing.”