"Are you sure about homelessness at this point?" Jack wouldn't blame the younger him, oh he wanted to punch The Doctor when he saw him. He nods his head down one of the hallways. "You're welcomed to stay here. We'll be headed back to New York at some point."

He walks over towards a flight of stares and he puts his barefoot on the first step. His hand hanging on the railing. "I wouldn't trust your manipulator right now. I came to believe something from the Daleks damaged it when I got shot."

He turns around the gun still resting on the ground and he nods his head towards it. "Still you might want that gun if you're going to wander."