Thank god. Jack gives her a thumbs up. He spots the bottle floating over out the corner of his eye (and the figure holding it, but only for a moment) and then he turns and reaches for it.

"You can-" -leave the bottle, he means to say, but the moment he touches it, gravity reclaims it. "-Oh."

His hand sinks for a second before he adjusts his hold on it. He blinks, shrugs, and pours himself another glass. It's more polite than chugging straight

"So, all things considered," he says as he pours, "this ship isn't too bad so far."