She's grateful, in fact, that he doesn't address the slip. Not because she realizes she's even made it, but because it's not at the forefront of her mind right now, not as important as what she's got to deal with.

"What am I supposed to do, Jack?" she murmurs, her voice still soft.

"How do you expect me to explain you? To let you get involved? I can't ask you to take on that burden."