Jack hums in agreement to Anne's assessment. It was surprising to see Eliot in action last night. He knows that Eliot had been in some sort of battle, but how he had talked about it, it didn't seem like a common enough occurrence for him to become skilled at fighting. The creatures were easy to kill, but all the same, Eliot had settled in beside him and Anne naturally. Jack wonders if it seemed like second-nature to Eliot because of his experience...or just because they work well together.

He meets her eyes. "I do." He glances back at Eliot for a moment before redirecting his gaze to the spread of snacks instead. Maybe he shouldn't trust Eliot. The fact that Eliot hid information from him might be reason enough to doubt his intentions, but he doesn't doubt Eliot's sincerity. If anything, he feels like he might trust him more now that he knows Eliot had been worried about what a pirate might think of him.

Jack reaches out and adjusts one of the plates, feeling like he needs something to do with his hands. The party really is remarkably put-together for how long they'd been fighting last night. Eliot must be exhausted. "He likes to make people feel welcome. That's all."