Jack curses under his breath about visiting a time that would of meant tourism came to life in a massive scale. This isn't exactly something he likes breaking out to someone new on those levels.

The mention of the Game Station stings Jack places his hand to his bare chest and he seems to feel the Dalek's shot rip through him as if it was yesterday. Jack looks at himself, the fact he was picked up by The Doctor instead of Torchwood was a blessing almost. "You're lucky he found you. You're not going to follow my same time line then." He's lucky, damn lucky that he won't go through the torment Torchwood put him through.

Jack wanders into the interior of the TARDIS to reach into one of the roundels for a pair of shot glasses and a bottle. The elder pulls out a bottle of fine Scotch. "I'm sure you can use a good drink after all of that. You just found out that dirty little trick of ours. The bit about immortality."