Trust me, if there was a visible wound, I wouldn't have told you I got out of it without a scratch. This is even what I was wearing. [Jack spread his arms in demonstration before letting them fall back to his sides. He takes a breath - smiles, and bounces once on the balls of his feet. He knew twenty-first century Earth, but magic? That was new.]

Well, work your magic I guess.

[Pun intended? We'll never know.]