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"You know..." [The camera shifts, a fleck of static before settling on a 12 year old face, a quick grin, and eyes reflecting a little tense] "I expected a lot of things coming aboard, this. Well. This was not one of them. So. Anyone want to tell me what the hell's going on? I can cry newbie all I want, but hey." [He tilts his head, sighing before rubbing the back of his neck and looking right back towards the camera, bearing a war-time blue trench coat that is way too big for him alongside his other too-large clothes, the boy giving another wry, somewhat sarcastic grin,]
"By the by, if anyone's asking, Captain Jack Harkness, looking a little younger than I'd've liked, here as a Warden, at your service.... Oh that damned vanity of mine, always coming back to bite me in the ass."
"By the by, if anyone's asking, Captain Jack Harkness, looking a little younger than I'd've liked, here as a Warden, at your service.... Oh that damned vanity of mine, always coming back to bite me in the ass."