He turns at the word, because most people he meets don't call him that until he's introduced. The voice doesn't sound familiar, but it could be somebody he's met. He's met a hell of a lot of people in his life.
Except that it's not. It's a young man, watching him warily with one hand to his side in the classic posture of a man preparing to draw a weapon. Tensed, alert, ready to react.
Just like Jack.
Jack's eyes narrow.
"And just what am I doing in this 'civilian bar'?" he says, his accent American despite the very British greatcoat. "And where the hell is it?"
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He turns at the word, because most people he meets don't call him that until he's introduced. The voice doesn't sound familiar, but it could be somebody he's met. He's met a hell of a lot of people in his life.
Except that it's not. It's a young man, watching him warily with one hand to his side in the classic posture of a man preparing to draw a weapon. Tensed, alert, ready to react.
Just like Jack.
Jack's eyes narrow.
"And just what am I doing in this 'civilian bar'?" he says, his accent American despite the very British greatcoat. "And where the hell is it?"
That damn Rift is getting out of hand.