Jack can’t hear her over his own blood roaring in his ears, his own head howling at him. Fortunately, he’s not armed, but when the slim body collides with his he twists, continuing the momentum until he’s straddling the waist of his assailant—

—and when he sees who it is, the storm all but vanishes, tapering off to a gentle drizzle as the clouds begin to fade.

Blinking down at her, Jack sneers.

“Well look what the cat dragged in—Ring O’ Roses!” He snarks…then after about five seconds sits back on his heels so he can tug Rose into a sitting position and wrap her in a friendly hug.

“Good to see ya, shop girl!” He chuckles, drawing back with a teasing, friendly smile of fond recognition. “Napping at the counter? Or is it just that dull without Mickey and the Doctor around?”