As Reinette readjusted her clothes, so too did Jack with the sheet, as if he were a little more aware of it. A mark of just how he noticed her. A good sign, perhaps, that he still did.

He nodded, just briefly. There was no smile. His sparkle had gone, and it would take some effort to recall it, but he looked to the window and back to her.

"And not just travel in distance," he said. "You're in 2011. Long way from home."

He looked then down at the sheet and back up, let out a slight breath.

"I should go... clean up." As well as he might have been cleaned, he didn't feel clean. "Make yourself at home, I'll be right back."