Jack sniffs like a big gross baby, and rubs industriously at his face with a cleaner part of the same awful sleeve. Now that he's awake, he's swallowed down the sobs at least.

"Splicers. At home. And... people from here. And. I got stuck here." He trails off. Some of the details he doesn't want to share; others are already getting muddled by the shock of waking.

At this point he just kinda wants a hug.