Honestly, even if Sam just stood there and watched, Jet would feel better. The fact he was helping at all was just bonus. And at least Bruce didn't seem as completely nuts as every other scientist Jet knew...except Kouzumi, Bruce seemed more like a Gilmore-level crazy (at least on sight with that slightly frazzled and stressed air about him) and that was all right.

He moved over to the table and laid out on it, shifting a little to get as comfortable as he could on something flat and hard. "Unless you've got a good reason for me not to be, I think I'd like to stay conscious during whatever fix you can give me." He glanced over at Sam from where he was and smirked. "Don't suppose you got a pillow or something in your stash."