Jimmy was talking to himself, and to the clone far more than he was supposed to. He was aware of it, and he didn't like it, but then again, he was undergoing a lot of stress, and this in turn, made him feel that his mental health was the least of his concerns. However ironic that may sound.
He didn't care to preserve his mental health tonight, but rather, he was trying to help his people survive, rather than get slaughtered, or simply flee the place they've called home for several decades.
Other than that, the seemingly simple, and insignificant syringe was giving him a major advantage, better than he could ever hope for, and so he poured most of his attention towards the syringe. Nothing else mattered right now, absolutely nothing.
"It's taking a while…" He sighed, and grew more and more frustrated by the minute. "The enemy has to be like nine hours away, more or less. I hope to God I can jack up every clone before those hairy bastards get here."
