"Yeah, you seem the type," Jack said and gave him a flash of a genuine smile so he'd know maybe that it was meant as a compliment. She could appreciate a good tactician.

"I like the ones I've met," she noted, "which is a little fucking strange for me. Haven't met the prettyboy yet, just know he's the Dean and he looks like he spends more time making real goddamn sure every curl on his head is the same damn length than I do on most anything."

Also that he'd messed with two of the Jedi she liked but both of them seemed ok now. She liked Lana too and wasn't real clear what made someone a Jedi or what made them a Sith but she didn't really care. Lana hadn't thrown anyone she knew under a bus.