Left to his own devices for the morning, Jack took the opportunity to wander around the museum and do a bit of exploring. He hadn't quite been keeping to the room he shared with Ianto, but Jack hadn't been his typical exploring self either. And so, alone, he decided it was time to trek out and take a look at the museum. Wasn't always a place he enjoyed, the reminder of so many things being eternal -- and one day he could be among them. Come see the immortal man, five pence a pop. Wouldn't be the first time he was on display.
Hands shoved deep into the pockets of his coat, he rocked back on his heels and observed the exhibits. Until he heard that all-too familiar voice ring out. Grinning, Jack turned around, his smile widening if possible when he spied Sarah standing at the doorway. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Sarah Jane Smith. As I live and breathe!" He said, adopting a horrible southern American accent.