Someone here knows his name? Jason looks up expecting to see one of those nosy doctors, but instead, he sees someone familiar. Someone from his own world.

Great. He's pointing a gun at a Kryptonian. He's irritable and tempted to shoot at her anyway just to bug her, but he lowers his gun in the end, practically pouting. He'd really rather not have it snatched out of his hand and broken in half or something. He hasn't seen a place to get a replacement anywhere around here.

"Speak for yourself," he says, not bothering to disguise the bitterness in his tone. He sits back, laying a hand over his swollen stomach. "So they got you too, huh? What's keeping you from blasting this place into holy hell with those laser eyes of yours?"