Jack's gaze lingered on him for a moment, eyebrows knitting before he shoved up a sleeve and flipped open his Manipulator. He punched a few buttons and only got a sad bloop. He tapped at it again, frowning, and finally flipped it closed. "Pretty heavy reading for someone your age. Well, for someone of any age, really. And do you mean out of time," he gestured with his hands, then shoved them in his trouser pockets. "Or out of time."