"And how would you classify the state we're in now?" he quips. He moves to perch on the edge of his bed and slip his boots off himself. "Honestly, as long as they're paying jobs, I suppose I don't mind one way or the other. The bouncing around, I mean. It wouldn't be the first time. I can't tell you how many jobs I had in London, before Torchwood found me."

Sitting back up, he glances at John waving his bottle opener around and raises his eyebrows at him in question. "Have you eaten?" he asks, pushing himself up to stand.