[Dave levels a measuring look at Jason, just tapping his fingers against the tabletop for a while. Finally, he drops his gaze.]

Nah. I get you.

[He remembers kneeling by Bro's body on John's bruise of a planet. He remembers how he'd said he wanted to go after Jack, even as he was terrified of someone who could do this to his hero. He remembers hearing how Jack was here, once, and the thrill of fear that had run through him even as his hand had tightened on the hilt of his sword.]

He isn't, though. If there are any badguys here right now, they're the kind that can keep a low profile for a long time.