Would Buffy even understand an answer to that kind of question?

"No worse than any other gunshot wound I've ever had. No worries, love."

Jack hunched against the bridge railing; cold sweat trickled down the back of his neck and beneath his arms. Standing upright was becoming a real challenge -- it was so much more comfortable to lean and to slump. He needed to climb back into bed. But he was a pirate: pirates were used to that sort of injury.