Truth be told, a blonde in a miniskirt would have attracted Jack's attention no matter what the circumstances were. The fact that it had a military tone to it only served to intrigue him. He watched her from across the room, nursing his glass of water. The only word he could think of to describe her was interesting -- interesting enough that, after a few moments Jack found himself abandoning his table and sauntering across the bar to steal the recently vacated barstool next to her.
"On leave?" Jack asked her, flashing a grin. "Or, should the first question have been: can I buy you a drink?"
[OOC: sorry! nutso weekendat theatre was insane. *headdesk* but you have me now!]