[He watches Damian, assessing as the young man gets a feel for the weapon, adjusts his hold and stance to accommodate its length to his own height, and nods in satisfaction with the way he'd adjusted.

The question has him blink, nonplussed, before he barks a short laugh.]

You mean Jack? Don't mistake his annoying personality as friendly to anybody. [Shaking his head, he shrugs, and then twists his wrist, brings the stave down in a sharp sweep down to test those defenses.]

The warrant is all, short-stack. Sentimentality for friends is a distraction.

[This one he knows all too well, especially since his actual partner isn't even on the ship with them.]