Jack listens patiently to everything the rainbow jumpsuit brigade has to tell him. He smiles, he nods, he looks for things he could possibly use as a weapon until the green jumpsuit shoves a stack of paperwork at him, cause that's new. He takes his time reading everything, looking for clues in the wording. There's not much there. Doesn't stop him. After a certain point, he's doing it just as much to piss off the trout faced man sitting across from him as he is to try and figure out what's really going on. Seems an awfully convoluted scheme for just a little free labour. Still, now he's got a few things to think about as he gets some gear and a weapon dumped into his lap. Well, half a weapon. Better than nothing, he supposes.

The kid waiting for him outside the door is another surprise. He looks even more lost and rattled than Jack does. Still, smile bright and carry on. "Captain Jack Harkness," he says, like it's all one word, like the name and the title are inseparable and define him as completely as anything ever could. He holds out his hand, grinning. "Hell of a name you've got there, kid. Still - nice to meet you, Malcolm Merlin. You'll forgive me if I don't stay to chat." He's got a lot of information to mull over, and some real answers to ferret out. Which is a shame. Malcolm has some amazing bone structure, and there's something about wide-eyed youth, still some new experiences left to bank. It's the only way Jack experiences anything new any more. Vicariously.

Maybe another day. He picks a direction, and starts walking.