Truth be told, Jack was about as thrilled as Zinda looked. He understood the need to talk about the war,how it felt to finally meet someone 'who was there'. And while 'Captain Harkness' was the alias he had picked up during the second world war and had assumed all the rights and honours with the name, it didn't mean that he hadn't earned all of the rights either. He'd flown and he'd been shot down.
He just walked away from each and every crash. The walking miracle.
"No, wouldn't have been easy convincing them to let a woman fly. No offence, of course. I'm sure you could be scrappy with the rest of the boys," Jack said, grinning suddenly. Jack, honestly, didn't notice the cockiness -- most likely because cocky was his default position. "My time wasn't as interesting, but we never lacked for things to do with the 133rd that's for sure. Small bunch of us, but my men did good. We were lucky in having a bit higher success and survival rate than most."