Chuckling softly, Jack easily returned the salute -- force of habit more than anything. Jack did in deed did have the charm to back anything up from a kiss on the hand (no matter how continental it may be) to whatever the else he wanted to do. But that was Jack and he could and would do whatever he wanted. "Oh, why don't you give me a try? I bet I've seen and would believe a bit more than you'd give me credit for."
The moment she said the words 'World War II', Jack's face visibly lit up. Someone who knew his era -- or, at least, one of his eras. "You flew, then?" Jack asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. "The Blackhawks." Jack gave her a genuine grin at that. Finally, someone who'd understand his stolen backstory. This was too good to be true.
"Wouldn't at all think you were crazy, Zinda," Jack replied, taking a sip from his glass of water. "No, not my grandfather. Coat belonged to me." He inclined his head ever so slightly. "Flew with the 133rd in the second great war as we called it. My road here, however, was slightly more interesting. Seems like this place attracts all kinds, doesn't it?"