That settled it. The emphasis. The all too familiar mannerisms of this man. The way he was dressed, the way he spoke. But... There wasn't a lot that could take Colonel Robert Hogan by surprise. He'd outsmarted the Nazis, run a covert operation right under their noses for years! He'd gone toe to toe with the big boys and won, but this... This defied physics! This wasn't possible. But he gave the right signs, and he had the right code words.
But he hadn't aged a day...Could this be possible?
His face told that he was thinking, and Martha was a bit confused. It was clear that some under-conversation was going on, but at the moment she was a bit at a loss. Jack she knew would explain it, perhaps he was feeling out the situation. She kept sharp in case this was a trap or something...
Hogan took a good look at the man sitting across from him, for the moment ignoring the good doctor. "I suppose you're right," he started. He'd try it... what did he have to lose? "Last thing you want is for them to sic the Huntsman on you." It had to be him... He was convinced. His gut was telling him this and his gut was never wrong.
He paused, taking that leap. "Then again, you always did have the knack for getting them out of the last legs of danger, didn't you, Captain Harkness?" His cohort - it had to be him sitting across from him... he just needed him to say the word. To confirm it. Call him by his codename. He'd be so glad to know that he wasn't actually alone here that maybe the shock would fade momentarily, the questions... he didn't know. For once he was rather lost... grabbing at strings.