Storming the bridge. Which Jax was a part of, had seen just how badly that had gone from the inside. His expression tightens, but he smiles anyway, leans his weight forward on the bar.

"I can get that."

Fucked for not having bothered. Jax has been motivated to less helpful courses of action for that very reason. At least this has the potential to resolve something.

"I'd offer you a hand, but I'm not your guy for all that magic shit."