"They're for you," he replies. He doesn't sound very boyfriendly when he says it—more unsettled, because she is leaning a hairsbreadth too close and the wound above her eye looks bad. It's a lot to contend with, the violence of it all, unfolding in a neat, orderly procedure. He's not sure how she can be so casual after facing down robots programmed to fight. Without thinking, Jack scoots away from Annie a little bit as he hands her the bag of oranges. Already he's fumbling his first major test.

"Do you want help with that?" He motions with his chin at the gash above her eye. Then, remembering himself, he unscrews the cap of the sports drink. "This is for you too, by the way."