Hearing the voice, another figure in the hall turns around with a curious frown. He's the picture of vintage elegance in his waistcoat with watch chain, perfectly buttoned up and dignified save for a thick shock of wavy hair left wild. That, paired with bright blue eyes devoid of any warmth set in a handsome face, give him the look of a hungry predator--and the graceful way he walks towards the petite bundle of blankets with cat ears doesn't do anything to dispel the illusion.
Captain Jack Harkness has woken up in a few strange spots in his day, but this? This is new. He doesn't like new, and he kind of wants to find a way to break it, or break someone else just for fun.
...except he's got Ianto's voice in his head, gently chastising him about procedure, practice, compassion--hell, it's why he's up and about in the first place rather than following the stupid note he got. Investigating, like a good little cop.
He almost wants to kill the cat creature out of frustration...but Ianto would never let him live it down, and Gwen would just give him that Look. Damn it.
Plastering a dazzling smile on his face, Jack stops in front of the blanket-cat with a shrug, sliding his hands into his pockets.
"Your guess is as good as mine, my friend." he replies, cocking his head to one side curiously as he gentles his grin. Voice could be feminine, but also just a kid--and that notion makes the urge to throttle someone fade just enough to lend him some real sincerity.
"Y'know, it's easier to talk to someone when you can see their face, right, sweetheart?"
Arrival
Captain Jack Harkness has woken up in a few strange spots in his day, but this? This is new. He doesn't like new, and he kind of wants to find a way to break it, or break someone else just for fun.
...except he's got Ianto's voice in his head, gently chastising him about procedure, practice, compassion--hell, it's why he's up and about in the first place rather than following the stupid note he got. Investigating, like a good little cop.
He almost wants to kill the cat creature out of frustration...but Ianto would never let him live it down, and Gwen would just give him that Look. Damn it.
Plastering a dazzling smile on his face, Jack stops in front of the blanket-cat with a shrug, sliding his hands into his pockets.
"Your guess is as good as mine, my friend." he replies, cocking his head to one side curiously as he gentles his grin. Voice could be feminine, but also just a kid--and that notion makes the urge to throttle someone fade just enough to lend him some real sincerity.
"Y'know, it's easier to talk to someone when you can see their face, right, sweetheart?"