It may have looked like the Hub, but without the rift it didn't feel like the Hub he knew and loved. Still, if this was what he had to deal with, he'd take the familiar setting over everything else. Seemed strange to speak with Owen and Suzie through the medium of the city-wide boards when they were both in the same building (so to speak) but it did prove to be convenient for fast conversations. Perhaps if, when they all returned to Cardiff, he'd talk to Tosh about installing something for the team to use. There was no sense having something city-wide there, now was it? City-wide and one wrong filter could send the place into a panic. Here, at least, strange occurrences seemed commonplace and no one batted an eye with when it came to the bizarre.
Rubbing his temples, Jack fought the urge to hit his head against the desk. Until they knew what this Lazarus Pit liquid did, he didn't want to be anywhere near it. If it gave immortality or put people back to how they were -- Jack wasn't sure he wanted to know what it could do to him. As he'd once told the Doctor: there had been a time when he wished he could die. Now, though, he'd come to accept his predicament.
Rising from the desk, Jack wound his way through the Hub, fixing himself a cup of coffee from Ianto's station. Jack ignored that slight tug, the annoyance that Ianto wasn't here to fix his coffee. At least his mug was still here. Waiting for it to percolate, Jack kept his mind from wandering too far, focusing on the Pits. And why it was ignoring Owen's attempts to be analysed.
He grabbed the cup of coffee, heading down to Owen's station. He could hear Suzie's voice, and hung back until he could hear Owen's response.