[Jack's brows meet in dismay as John types. Maybe the kid had a very bad cold and didn't want to breathe on anybody. When his gear went off, he jolted in surprise. He'd been expecting John to simply hand his gear over and show him the letters on the screen. Flipping his own device open, Jack notices who it's from.]
John? Is that you under there? What's wrong? Are you sick?
[With his attention elsewhere, Jack doesn't notice One carefully reaching up with a hind leg to push at his collar.]
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John? Is that you under there? What's wrong? Are you sick?
[With his attention elsewhere, Jack doesn't notice One carefully reaching up with a hind leg to push at his collar.]