"Will the young Doctor Jackson be assisting?" he said, his lips quivering just at the edges of a smirk. It was not often that he tried such things, and it seemed appropriate enough.
"More seriously... it may be one of the few fields where your unique gifts are so specially suited," he added. "You are already quite adept, but your gifts ... well, perhaps they may be very special in this. Were they part of the recruitment?"
He kept his mind carefully away from any thoughts of the risks involved. Alternate universes were hazardous in the extreme, with such joys as the Beholder among them. And the idea that she might be lost forever in her journeys was not lost on him. What a pleasant thing that his face could stay featureless and calm so easily.