While Jack understood the desire for pleasantries, he didn't really have time for them right now. She was being sweet and cute, which he appreciated, but far more interesting to him was the catwalks at the end of the hall that covered a large room below. Just throw in a water feature and a pterodactyl and it would be like he never left home.
"I've got one of these at home." He voiced the thought aloud, it immediately hit him as uncomfortable. Maybe his instinct about it being Torchwood was right. Maybe they had built another facility like the one in Cardiff and, like many things, didn't tell him.