What. Jack frowns at the other man, confusion and a little bit of irritation passing across his face. "What the hell-- what are you talkin' about? Are you tryin' to insult me?" The implications of the sentence don't even register, not really; Frost's not a girl, after all.

With a roll of his eyes he yanks out his handkerchief, jerks his head, and heads back toward the bathroom. "Come on, idiot."