Mohinder noticed him first, his bruised-purple face still somehow lovely despite the cuts and lumps he suffered. Jack smiled at him, but it was not Mohinder he was interested in. Mohinder was linked now inextricably with Gabriel, and Gabriel was the true gem here. Jack was not and would never say such a thing, he wasn't an idiot.

"How do you like the place?" No, Gabriel, carry on with your reading. Gallifreyan was a dead language, or nearly dead with only one Time Lord left sailing around the universe being utterly selfish in his old age. If anyone could figure out the texts, Gabriel could. "It's not much, I know. It works, though. What have you seen so I don't duplicate it on the tour?"

Jack pulled up a chair and drew up across from the pair.