Jack reached for his glass and took a small drink from it, laughing slightly. "It's not a watch, that's on the other wrist," he said, smirking just a tad. "It's a vortex manipulator, and no, they're not standard," his grin widened, "I'm just special."

He settled a little in the couch and turned inwards towards her, just the tiniest amount, only just perceptible, but there.

"And no, you're a much better conversationalist than a dinosaur," he said, glancing at her over the rim of his glass. "And trust me, I've lived in the 1800s, the 80s are practically advanced compared to then."