The problem with lies was that if one was told, then it had to be remembered and carried on. Jack had few problems lying about who and what he was, but in a place like this, the truth might help them more.

"Good to meet you, Doctor. And yeah, 1898 if I remember right. It's been a long time since then. I had been in the twenty-first century before ending up here."

It was easier to focus on her, see Helen instead of the shades that pressed at his sides. His dead brother's attempts to hold his hand weren't felt as much with another's presence. Good thing since Jack hated being alone anyway.

"The 1800s on Earth weren't the best of times no matter what anyone says. Never understood the history buffs wanting to go back there. Sorry about that. Hadn't realized anyone was overhearing me."

It was a sly poke at her for eavesdropping, but he softened it with a smile.