"Grnnnngh-" Jack grunts through a clenched jaw as his arm gets a vodka cleanse. Been a long time since he felt that, from back before he gave up treating his wounds between firefights.

He finally opens his eyes again, having closed them since the big cat started licking his face, squinting up at him in his man-shape (and keeping his gaze at shoulders and above). For how violent that transformation sounded, the man looks alright now.

And yeah, that's the guy from the promenade, but Jack mostly figured that out by now.

"Huh." He says, and gives it thought. "You know, I might be wrong about myself. I don't think I actually have stayed injured long enough to heal the slow way."

Since they're talking about this, and the big cat knows already - "Everything went back to normal whenever I came back to life."