Jack laughed. He was use to skeptics but usually they gave him crazy looks or asked for details in condescending tones. Not Jemma. He appreciated that. It took a special sort, and she had exactly what it would take to be a member of Torchwood. Understandably, over the years, he had become selective in the process. He was not getting attached to what might amount to fodder again.

He let her keep shaking his hand for as long as she liked.

"Lucky for both of us, I'm not an email. We've only had one incident where email has taken a physical form but it wasn't human. Just a lot of worms. You wouldn't believe how literal some species can be. At least it wasn't a virus, right?"

He knew he was confusing her. Making her wonder. Making her question. That was the point.

"You have a particular skill set that's being wasted here. There bigger and better out there, Jemma. If you want that."