God it felt good to see the man again, thankfully under different circumstances than the last time. Though, strangely, it always seemed that there was some problem that brought them together. Whatever the case, Jack wasn't about to complain. He was happy for another friendly face. "Can't complain, really," Jack said with a shrug. "At least this last time you dropped me off as opposed to abandoning me." No, Jack hadn't forgotten that little sleight.
"Come on. Coffee," Jack said, nodding towards the counter. "Not as good as Ianto makes, but it'll suffice." Jack ordered his coffee, requesting as strong as humanly possible, one sugar. Elbow propped and Jack leaned against the counter, looking the Doctor over. "So what brings you to the wrong London?"