"Be careful with that," Jack said and stroked his hand over his now vacant wrist with a bit of a pout, feeling naked without it.

"Oh don't worry," he raised his hands defensively, "I don't intend to. Corpses don't tend to make for the best conversation. Though if he can talk then kudos to him, that's pretty impressive for a dead guy."

He spared a quick glance to the sarcophagus and looked away again. It wasn't pleasant, and it made him feel uncomfortable in a way he couldn't quite pin down.

Trying to distract his brain he watched the Doctor instead; watched him work with curiosity, but his mind still wandered.

"So you expect it to start getting chatty then?"