Jack was almost disappointed to see John slip out of one of the cuffs so easily. "You're too good at that," he pouted. "I always liked seeing you restrained." He craned his neck to get a look at the wound. "I was told it was much worse. Your deadline can wait, John."

He couldn't help the little grin that came to his face when John's vortex manipulator began playing contemporary pop hits. "Yeah, sorry about that. The Doctor is pretty particular about people he likes traveling through time. And if I can't have a go, chances are he's not going to let you off so easily either." He stood up and crossed over, motioning for John to do the same. "Let me have a look at your leg."