[The military does some good, in the England that Jack is from, and the low laugh he returns the comment with communicates better than any words how little the thought of military involvement frightens him. He wouldn't want to live at Mullins Military Base personally, but he gives credit where it's due. The military is responsible for supply drops, loan of personnel and training . . . and Major De Santa runs the township well.]

Ah, now that might be awhile. But we're comfortable enough.

[It sounds a bit smug, doesn't it, Jack thinks discontentedly. Right, doing wonderfully, cheers! It doesn't sit right, especially now that he has so much more than he's had in months upon months. So it's with a leading sigh of audible discomfort with breaking what is probably some sort of military protocol that he pushes free of the conversational script entirely.]

Ah, here - Agent Carter - if there's anything I can do to help-