Wade shot Jack a look, her eyes widening. "Not okay, Captain. I work with him. I don't need that mental image, thanks!" She shook her head before looking curiously at the two boxes that were sitting in front of her.
This was one reason she liked these people. They were candid. Sometimes to a fault... But it worked in their favor!
Rob just grinned, throwing an arm around Gwen and punching Jack jokingly in the shoulder. "Hey Wade, can I get my usual?" It was a German beer... why Wade didn't know, but she thought it was odd, especially given the club's theme... "So here, in this box," he patted the lid, "we have everything I could find. The Captain...'s grandfather here, looks like a babyfaced teenager." Rob covered himself pretty well as he opened the box and passed Gwen one of the photos. "My own grandad however looks exactly the same."