Well, since they were now engaged in conversation and she had asked his opinion, as she should -his taste was impeccable, Jack walked right up to her. “I'm calling you Grace. Old Grace isn't on this island, as far as I know... She had terrible taste in clothes, among other things, but had a similar sort of...” Jack reached forward and fluffed Amelia's hair, “coif.” Then he shrugged. “So, until someone that dresses even worse comes around, I'm going to make you new Grace.”
Grace had good qualities too, but that was not the point of the current conversation. That was for another time, if there ever was another time. And any reason to ever get into it.
“As for all,” his hands gestured to the entirety of her, “this. It just screams... I'm middle-aged and have given up on life.”