Well, it definitely looks more promising than it did a few minutes ago. He grabs the trash can again, fidgeting for a second to find a position in which he feels relatively secure, hoping it will actually make a difference. He's not usually bothered by heights, but still somehow freely dangling twenty plus feet above a cold tile floor just doesn't seem like something anyone could just be comfortable with.

He takes a breath and nods at Jack.

As if he's actually ready.