Jack laughs and raises his own glass. "I can imagine! End of the world, hiding in secret from a much larger force, but nothing can stop human ingenuity for producing alcohol." Jack could tell his own story or two from being stuck behind the Blitz.

"This place. I guess one of the reasons I'm not as pissed off as I really should be about being dragged here is that it is so nice. It's worth protecting. Not that any place isn't. But there's so many people here. People who shouldn't have been so open-minded about strange people just showing up in their towns, needing food and shelter." Jack looks around, and while the Heroes are never quite warmly welcomed, they certainly aren't shunned, or looked at in fear. "But they are anyway. Still doesn't quite feel like a place where you could make a life for yourself. But it's a nice place."