Jackson let the slander go; qualifying any relationship on board as that of best friends was a joke in and of itself. They didn't have room for childish drama, or even the more mature kind, if they could help it, and such notions were those of children. So he only greeted the words with a quick, amused smile of his own as his hand slipped under her top to find skin, fingers light on her skin for now as he reviewed their current roster of people.

"Hmm," he let out thoughtfully after a moment, tilting his head into her hand. "You got me there, darlin'. If I thought we could trust him, I would've said Andras, but..." Much as he enjoyed conversation with the other doctor, Jackson had yet to take a good measure of him. Or at least good enough to satisfy his distrusting tendancies. Down there, who knew who might turn.