Jack watches her shake, part of him recoiling from what he has to do, from pushing her closer and closer to the edge, screwing with her head as the Chinese screwed with his. Concentating on what he's doing, trying to put the memories to the back of his mind, he puts his hand on the cap, twisting it back and forth, open and closed, but not lifting it off. The chemical burn scars on the back of his hand are clearly visible to her. "Where is she, Natalie?"