Owen lifted an eyebrow slightly. It looked like Jack, but there was something in the way that he was moving that...well, it almost reminded him of how he'd felt when he'd gotten here. He'd gotten over the feeling of wanting to kill every Jack that he ran into (it was too much work with so many of them running around), and right now, the only thing he was feeling was unsatisfied curiosity.
And there were few things that Owen hated more than being left in the dark about something. So he pushed himself away from the bar and crossed over to the table, settling himself down across from Jack and offering him a mock salute with his shot glass before knocking it back.
"So, Captain, my Captain," Owen drawled. "Which one are you, then?"