"Oh, don't 'ma'am' me, makes me think mum's behind me somewhere looking threatening." Rhiannon glanced over her shoulder with a mock-fearful expression, before giggling. "Oh, just the middle of the twenty-first century. June of 2039, in particular, if you're interested."
The grin was as effective on this Jack as it was on the Jack back home, she noticed, sipping her tea again, her eyes bright with mirth and interest, watching him over the edge of the cup.