Chula warship. Nice little piece of work, really. Nanogenes, the whole nine yards. Felt like someone was sitting under the captain's chair keeping it from falling over sometimes, but she was a good little ship.

[Jack snaps his fingers, pausing for a moment to accept a cup of something warm and faintly sweet smelling with another smile at their waiter, before, eyes crinkling he turns back to Valdis.]

Did I forget to mention I'm a time traveler, too?