Jack took a long breath in. It was a specific and determined move to compose himself. To bring himself somewhere at least near close to the man he was painting himself to be before. To appear as confident as he knew he could, and to stand behind the masks he so well wore.

He let out a half laugh, "I find myself in lots of places I don't expect to go." In more ways than one.

He didn't have to explain. He knew that. He didn't have to do anything. The manipulator was still on his wrest, he could just press it and leave.

But that didn't seem right. And as well as that, it was possible there was damage limitation that he had to to.

"It's complicated," he said again, gesturing a hand out in front of him. "Me and the Doctor, we don't always do things in the right order. So if he knows you and I didn't know you, or if I did know you and he didn't until after, it makes a difference."

He shook his head again, he wasn't sure he was explaining it well, but how could he explain it well?