Ginger flinched, frightened by the brutality Jack had done. He was afraid he would see a smile on Jack's face, but it was obvious he was really hurting from this. Ginger let out a sigh of relief, grimacing at the dead man who Ginger assumed to be Jack's father. Ginger shifted uneasily, still standing by the doorway. There wasn't much for Ginger to do, he could not connect with Jack for he never really had a family nor had he lost any like that. Ginger was uncomfortable with all of this, but he forced himself to approach Jack. He took a seat next to him, trying to offer comfort. "Jack, let's just go and find the others."