He gave the Doctor a slight glare as he was pointed out, and he stepped up a little closer, in sight of the camera, and perched himself down on the bench next to the Doctor.
"Hey," he said, lifting a hand in a half hearted wave at the camera. "Beatrice, I take it. Good to meet you. Hey, don't have any breakfast there, do you?" he spoke flippantly.
But the woman's face looking back was one of shock.
"Did you say Jack? Not the Jack? Jack Harkness?"
"That'd be me."
Her expression was almost unreadable. She looked pleased for him, almost, and then even more angry than before. Like her emotions wouldn't settle.
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He gave the Doctor a slight glare as he was pointed out, and he stepped up a little closer, in sight of the camera, and perched himself down on the bench next to the Doctor.
"Hey," he said, lifting a hand in a half hearted wave at the camera. "Beatrice, I take it. Good to meet you. Hey, don't have any breakfast there, do you?" he spoke flippantly.
But the woman's face looking back was one of shock.
"Did you say Jack? Not the Jack? Jack Harkness?"
"That'd be me."
Her expression was almost unreadable. She looked pleased for him, almost, and then even more angry than before. Like her emotions wouldn't settle.
"You found him then."
Jack turned his head and looked at the Doctor.