"So apparently you don't speak grateful-ese. Gotchya." Jensen rubbed at his eyes, the sensation of his glasses not being there on the bridge of his nose making him feel a wee bit anxious. He looked over at the guards who was watching them, but not interfering with the hushed conversation. Okay, good to know. Talking, yes. Running, no. Duly noted.

He looked over at Hubert, then over at the rest of the herded captives. "I dunno about you, buddy, but if there's a side to pick on this, I know which one I'm on, and it's not team whip-a-lot. Plus, now I know what those things do. Nothing wrong with a little intel gathering."