"I know what it means!" Jack snapped a little. Of course he knew what it meant. And he'd probably spent much more time around native speakers than this man, thank you very much.

"How should I know?" he added, waving his hands slightly. "He wasn't used to being spoken to as though someone was a superior, demanding information. He didn't want to become used to it either.

"I just got here," he said, "you saw that."

He let out a huff though, as if it was a great effort to assist at all. But despite the show of it, assist he did. He lifted his wrist strap and opened it up, looking at it.

"It looks like there's no-- No, wait..." he frowned as he looked at it, that was odd, why hadn't he picked up on it before? "There is something. Some sort of temporal distortion, and not very long ago. Right here."