No one in the Hub but us chickens, Jack thought with a wry smile, gesturing to the chair on the other side of his desk. He'd grappled with this conversation, still wondering if he should brush it off, talk about other things and get Gwen's mind off whatever had happened. But, in this instance, curiosity killed the cat and Jack Harkness wanted to know what was going on.
He smiled when she asked, cocking his head to the side and giving her one of his ever famous half-grins. Jack took a sip of his own coffee, still smiling behind his mug. Ianto made one helluva good cup of coffee, that was for damn sure.
"Can't complain," Jack said with a shrug. "Being cooped up with a mad woman hell bent on torture and even happier when she realised I couldn't die." He sighed, just looking up at Gwen with an almost sad expression on his face. "I always am fine in the end, aren't I?" His expression grew serious, watching her. "More importantly, are you OK?"