Jack pauses, blinking away a painfully vivid memory of splicer attacks, and shakes his head resolutely. He is not okay. He is not okay at all. And while a billion questions are spinning through his head - where's Bridget, what happened to Professor Xavier, who's attacking, where should we go - the only thing he manages to do is put Beast Boy down politely and clutch his wrench a bit tighter, sweeping the area for immediate danger. Speech will come when he doesn't feel like the metaphorical rug's been swept from under him.