He laughs. Mostly just at the absurdity of it all. Jimbo's starting to wonder if hallucinations CAN pass out cigarettes. He rolls the smoke between his fingers just to make sure.

"It's a figure of speech, I don't think any kind of fucking's gonna save my ass." He says, and he means it so honestly. It's probably as honest as he's been with anyone outside of Neil on this godsforsaken island.