Jack watched the priest try to hide the gun and couldn't help but be amused. That wasn't to say he was going to intervene, but as soon as he saw how awkwardly the good father was dealing with hiding everything Jack smirked and took the wrapped up rifle from him not unkindly. "Why don't you let me deal with that?"
He unwrapped the rifle to sling over his shoulder then handed the coat back. "No offense padre, but when you carry this it's obviously a weapon. I can make it blend. Go ahead and put that coat back on to cover up the rest of your holy arsenal." He raised his brows a little pointedly.
"Captain Jack Harkness." He shook the priest's hand briefly. Jack had never been one to be all that comfortable around men of the cloth. They tended to get preachy and Jack wasn't in the mood. "I look out for myself." He beamed a smile.