"The Doctor did something he decided was a 'gift' and then left you hanging, did he?" asked the woman who slid smoothly onto the stool next to Jack's. "He does that."
"You know the Doctor?"
"I know that man as well as anyone can. I know you as well, Jack Harkness."
"I think I'd remember you. Unless I had a few too many hypervodkas, obviously."
"Oh, don't worry. You'll definitely remember me." She trailed her fingertip up his arm. "Want to see exactly why?"
Jack never considered saying no. The only question was whether they should invite Alonso as well.