"It's a chair." Nick continues to be unimpressed.
"That lets you fire the coolest weapons. I was almost shot down by one - that's how I found out about all this stuff."
"Oh-kay," Nick revises his opinion. "It's an ugly chair," he insists sarcastically.
"Did I mention, it lets you fly the city, too," Sheppard adds smugly.
"It must turn like an elephant."
"How would you know?"
"I've ridden elephants. Trust me, it's not an experience I recommend. And those puddle jumpers? They maneuver like Winnebagos."
"Hey! You know, there are fighter pilots that would kill to fly one of those. It's like they read your damn mind."
"Happens all the time in my line of work. Usually not pleasant although there is the occasional... Well, a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell," Nick smugly replies.
"Occupational hazard, huh?" Genuinely curious, Sheppard suggests, "So...you and Ville?"
"Long time ago."
"Yeah, but you two are, you know, connected. How'd that happen?" Sheppard asks wonderingly.
"She saved my life." Nick remains reticent to talk about it.
"That's something else we have in common then. Sort of."
"About a year later, she had to go back to another life." Then Nick shrugs, "Just as well otherwise she might not have found her kid."
Sheppard's eyebrows rise, "Excuse me?"
Nick laughs knowingly, "Let me guess. She didn't tell you."
"Well, she certainly isn't boring. A kid, huh? Wow. Do you know who...?"
"Jonathan doesn't like to talk about him much. Pretty much all he'll say is 'it was another time, another place.'"
"The Irish guy? Her kid's from another timeline? How the hell did he get here?"
Nick can barely keep up with Sheppard's line of thought. "He has some of her abilities."
Sheppard circles the room thinking furiously but keeps coming back to the same seemingly irrelevant question. "So which one is it?" Nick gives him a blank look. Sheppard elaborates, "The kid's father. Is it the singer or the guitarist?"
"Sheppard, what the hell are talking about?"
Sheppard exclaims, "Damn. They were here, just a coupla weeks ago."
"Jonathan's father was here?" Nick shakes his in disbelief.
"The version of him in this timeline, yeah. She didn't want to meet with them. That's how I knew it was one of them," Sheppard shakes his finger with an inordinate amount of satisfaction.
Nick gives up, "Okay, you know what? This is gettin' kinda weird. You got a pub in this city?"
"No, but we got a patio with a heck of a view and some cold brews. Come on. I'd like to share notes, if you don't mind..."
"A gentleman never kisses and tells."
"No, not those notes. You like domestic or import...?"