The first who entered didn't look at all familiar to Jack -- but then again, no one else in this blasted place looked familiar. So, he'd do with what he could and just... go on.
At least Gwen was here -- Gwen Jack recognised. He grinned as she entered, giving her a wave. "Am indeed," Jack said to Gwen. "At least the first round. After that? You're on your bloody own."
Jack shrugged, looking at the blonde. Rose, he seemed to remember. "Drinks are always one hell of an ice breaker," Jack replied, gesturing to one of the barstools. "Have a seat. Ladies? What's your pleasure?"