He doesn't fail to notice the way she re-crosses her legs. Any guy with a pulse would, and for all the things Jack might or might not be, he's definitely that.

"But at least I know how to make an entrance. I only point my gun at the best-looking girls." She's got a hell of a smile, and he's returning it with one of his own, sly and teasing and threatening to burst into a grin at any moment.

Besides. It did turn out to be quite the conversation-starter, and as conversations go, it could get a lot worse than this one with Zinda Blake.

"Enterprise." He glances around, thoughtful for a moment. "The name's familiar, but I can't place it."