In other circumstances, that question might have caused a splutter. But not when this other Corbie, with a baby and a few years on his, was talking about taking her God knew where. These... apparitions, or revenants, whatever they were, didn't bring anything good, and he was no more sure that this was actually a different Corbie than he was that that had been Hobbs. No, right now, Jackson had better things to worry about that than emotional entanglement (he'd been doomed for a good long while, anyway).

"That ain't answerin' the question," he retorted, instead of playing into her little game.