"Jack." He coughed again, and laid back, eyes open in wary slits. He could feel his right hand shaking, and his pulse pounding. At least none of the soldiers had smashed the clock-work heart. "Which side... were you on?"

If he said Oz, he'd say, he'd say... that he worked for the Emerald City Guard. If he said Ev, then, well. He'd know who Jack was, once he'd said his name, probably.