Found him? Jack couldn't help but wonder, seeing River twirl and scamper back to Oogie's side. His resolve wavered, just a little. What were these many things she'd found, besides him--and why was she looking? For that matter, why was he looking? Oogie had to know there was little to be gained challenging him here in Paixao. Jack didn't rule the city, after all; the only thing he'd take from it was a bruised ego, because Jack didn't intend to lose, should such a challenge come up. After all, he hardly felt himself in danger; that sack-bodied scoundrel didn't have any minions here.... Did he? How long had he been in Paixao? Thinking that the girl might be one, though.... That was an unpleasant thought, especially seeing the way she held onto his arm. She just didn't look the type.... It wasn't like Lock, Shock, or Barrel had been so affectionate, either.

Clearing his musings away, Jack chose instead to keep moving, gaze level and unflinching, long stride resounding with self-assurance and assumed imperial command--he thought it was rather nicely dramatic, in spite of (or perhaps even enhanced by) the pounding rain. "Hello, Oogie." He offered the boogieman a smile that was all ice, and a tone to match. "I'm traveling with some friends, thank you." The sarcasm was ignored as well as it could be. "I could ask the same of you; there can't be anything of interest to you in a hospital." In fact, he would recommend Auntie Unde's more than an actual hospital, for Oogie--he'd never been there, but surely a general store had cloth and someone who could patch up any rips.