He shakes his head. "No, though I appreciate the hand with this. I swear, it's only temporary. If you notice me going too, well, off, call me on it, will you?" He pulls his hand away from the console, running it through his hair.
There is a pause, then his voice goes oddly soft. “Jack, there’s more. More than whatever is happening with my ship, more than Jenny and everything circling around.” He hits a hand against the console in aggravation. “Why can’t he just…I mean, I know that I didn’t want him to, but there’s just so much history, and that piece of me…but the things he’s done, and I don’t know what he…” he sighs, and turns to look at Jack, "Jack, it’s the Master. He’s not dead. He’s here. In Cardiff. I saw him. Spoke to him. Chased him halfway across town, even."