Meredith gave a squeak as Jacklyn hugs her tightly wiggling enough to give Jack a very even look. "Trust me when I say Mom was happy about the father either."

Jacklyn tensed sharply, her expression going dark and distant for a long moment. She buried her face against Meredith's hair swallowing back the shame best she could. "Yes well. Definitely not my first choice for a lover. Or my second or even my last." She muttered darkly before straightening. "Jack. This is Ianto...or rather Iorwen."

The woman nods slightly in greeting.

"The woman in the red coat is Joan Hart. And I heard you met Harry...and of course our favorite gypsy girl. Seems we aren't the only ones who were brought here."