[Fantastic question! Jack looks blank for a second, before he raises one finger to pause the conversation and shuts his eyes, searching back for the safety demonstration he was forced to attend, digging up his memories of the ship layout and mapping what he's pretty sure are the directions from there to here.
He tilts his hand, pointing in a direction now instead of just at the ceiling, and opens his eyes.]
This way.
[And if the kid's good to walk, then he'll lead the way, though he glances at him as they walk.]
You can move it?
[He's sure he saw the fingers move before he went memory spelunking, right? And if the kid can move his fingers, then that's good, right? Means the nerves aren't dead and the circulation must be there on some level, so maybe the rest of it is fine?]
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He tilts his hand, pointing in a direction now instead of just at the ceiling, and opens his eyes.]
This way.
[And if the kid's good to walk, then he'll lead the way, though he glances at him as they walk.]
You can move it?
[He's sure he saw the fingers move before he went memory spelunking, right? And if the kid can move his fingers, then that's good, right? Means the nerves aren't dead and the circulation must be there on some level, so maybe the rest of it is fine?]