Jack Harkness || Death Three || 1-A Bridge

[cpt_51century]

[Congratulations people, you get to see Jack's bright, shining face first thing in the morning

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[whatistheremore]

[It's probably in significant, and Hornblower knows it. But he's curious.]

So those... things. They are... [He's searching for unfamiliar words, trying to describe something he only just understands. Or only just hopes he understands a small bit.] They're recordings. Rather than... ghosts? [It actually makes more sense to him. He's not the sort of man-- sailor or not-- to think much of the supernatural.

As for the cold... He hasn't been too uncomfortable, but he decides against mentioning that. A change in temperature for the better wouldn't go amiss, certainly.]

[cpt_51century]

[Well well well. If it isn't his favorite captain, other than himself?] Jack's smile widens. He leaves the patronizing: 'see you can work the computer' left unsaid.]

Turns out that they're repair crew. Yes, projections. Pretty nifty really. How're you today, Captain?

[whatistheremore]

That is something of a comfort. [Knowing they aren't sharing this craft with spirits sets his mind at ease somewhat.]

I am doing as well as can be expected, Harkness. Yourself?

[cpt_51century]

Oh, really not bad at all. How's the settling in going?

[Only Jack will take the time to flirt through a computer screen when they're being pulled apart by gravitational forces.]

[whatistheremore]

Again, as well as could be expected.

I understand that you assisted my lieutenant-- Mr. Bush-- when he found himself on this strange craft. I am, once again, in your debt.

[cpt_51century]

Ah, yes, William. Lovely man.

[Both of you are.]

Can't get enough of you military sorts.