Jack couldn't help but smirk a little to himself. He glanced down and shoved his hands in his pockets before looking back up and over to the Doctor. Oh most days.

"Take it my reputation doesn't proceed me then? Well, that certainly knocks a guy down to Earth. Reputation? No? Not even a bad one?"

None of the guards even turned to look at him, and so he went and sat on the edge of a bench, somewhat dejected.

"So this Beatrice," he said. "Run the joint, does she?"