Jack frowned, but picked up one of the shots and downed it. "I haven't seen Ianto since I was brought here against my will five years ago," he informed the other man.
"As for the mess here, this had nothing to do with me, the Rift, or Torchwood. If you haven't noticed, we've not in Wales. This is the United States. But then again, geography and landing in the right spot usually wasn't your forte," he shot back.
But despite the situation, a small part (a very small part, mind you) was actually glad to see another familiar face. Jack wrapped his fingers around the other shot, chuckling and shaking his head as he thought about what a strange situation this was.
"I've got to tell you, John. If you actually came here looking for me? Man, did you pick the wrong time period and place to visit. So... since we already know that I've seen you since your first little trip to Cardiff, how long has it been for you since you last saw me? Time to compare notes."