Getting out by Jax's standards means out, out of the situation, out as in freedom, back to where they'd come from. But what Severus is actually doing finally grabs Jax's interest, and he leans his elbows on the bar, tipping his glass this way and that, liquor sloshing.

"What a giver." As Jax eyes the shattered cup, a smirk pulling at his mouth. "You think you're gonna get something together?"

Considering half of what Shepard was taking out there belong to Gunnery, and if Jax had to call her back, well, it looked like whatever Severus was doing was going to be the key in that.