Jack watches her like a hawk. All his senses heightened. His instinct just telling him that he's in danger. After all, he's experienced it enough to recognise it.

His voice lowers too, unconsciously mirroring hers. "Yeah, well I've never really been one for being careful."

The intensity in her gaze is enough to drive him almost mad. He watches her, lips dry, his tongue darting out to wet them. His hand reaches to her hair, to brush a little back again, but it stays clear of her skin, not quite touching. Not quite.