His test run earlier didn't use up too much, so he wouldn't say he needs more, but it never hurts to have a little extra.

"Sure," he shrugs. Although that's quite a convenient location for a canister of napalm. Right there. In the middle of a table. In the middle of a room. Directly under a pipe, as if someone dropped it there.

But Jack sure seems confident enough. And besides, he's got the chemical thrower now. Whatever happens will be fine. Of course.