[ He takes the water, and there's no thanks given for it, perhaps predictably. Jack isn't exactly the type for manners normally, much less when he's not completely "here." He drinks greedily, because he's not sure if it's the fever or the fire he sees around him, but he's burning up. Though even so, he can't finish the whole glass in one go, so he pulls it away. Jack looks to the side, away from Fenris, and it's clear he's seeing something that isn't there, though he shakes his head and lifts his hand to his brow.

Even in the haze, he knows he has to seem crazy. He's not so far gone to not have doubts about those flashes of something else, but— He also couldn't explain them. Part of him wants to, because there's something about it that's more familiar than just a fever dream, but that would make it sound even crazier. He laughs at the thought, then sets the water down. ]

Made- You, what, you were another one of those, uh— Modified? God, we have a lotta those.

[ His hands return to his face as he looks at Fenris. His fingers linger at the latches off his mask, tapping almost impatiently against the metal. ]

But- But you can't say anything about this, can ya? Not if I tell you not to.