[Jack raises his eyebrows at her.] You're right, we need to get the machine fixed. But we're not going to do anyone any good if we wear ourselves into the ground before we manage to do so. Here.

[He reaches down and hands her the thermos of water that he's been keeping by his side as of late. It won't hurt to share, considering this isn't a real illness. Hell, it wouldn't really hurt to share, even if it were, considering then they'd both have it anyway.] Drink some of this.