"If they're telepathic, then that just complicates further dealings with them." Jack frowned, looking over at the couch as he remembered coming over and watching the film with the fake Martha. He felt guilty for not knowing. He'd had moments where he thought something was off, but he still hadn't sussed it out. And Jack knew it was going to eat at him for a while.
"Shower," he said, not wanting her to have to think about it any more than necessary. "And you can even choose if it's alone, or if you want me to join you," Jack added, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.