"You'd be surprised. I know more than you'd think,"" he said with a soft shrug of his shoulders, catching that little analysing stare of hers and surprisingly not at all offended by it. If anything, he was making sure to keep that charming smile on his lips just in case anymore looks were given.

It was a short stroll to the nearest bar, the interior being that of the usual modern style, with lots of white and silver and plenty of wood surfaces, not to mention the numerous leather couches and stools scattered about. The door was opened for Sarah Jane first, before Jack followed inside into the warmth, ever the gentleman letting the lady go first.

"So, when abouts are you from, exactly?"