( He seems to consider the question for one long moment, drawing back the firing mechanism again, taking aim at a bird hopping over to investigate that abandoned goodberry. One eye closes to line up the shot, a silent second ticks by, and then pop, squawk! The berry is abandoned, and the bird goes hopping back a good two or three feet, shooting a glare at-- Kyle? Instead of Jack? Weird. )

Maybe. ( He decides finally, scrounging around for another dart without bothering to glance at the pile. ) Probably better not to risk it. I've already done the drowning thing- on multiple occasions at this point. I'm good on that entire experience for the rest of forever, if I can help it.

( It's all perfectly mild, surface-level commentary. Jack's good at that; ignoring underlying issues or conversations left unspoken, staying very in the moment, being emotionally aloof. If there's tension to be had, it'll only manifest in him after the camouflaged elephant in the room gets pointed out. If no one ever points at it, then there never has to be tension, problem solved! )