Jack winced slightly, trying to keep his reaction to a minimum. That was just one more crime to firmly blame the Master for. Three more deaths on top of thousands. Millions. Only these were more personal.
"He's good at mind games," he offered, sipping more at his water, glancing at the menu. Most of it looked a good deal richer than he even wanted to contemplate trying at the moment. He wanted whatever he ate to stay down, and do him some good. Maybe some toast, and a few slices of fruit. Or some grapes.
He gave his order to the server with a quiet murmur when it came back, turning his full attention to Owen again. "I haven't seen any of you since I left. When we came back - the Doctor, Martha, and me - we didn't have time to stop in Cardiff, we had to track the Master down, stop him." He chuckled, bitterly. "Instead, he caught us. Martha escaped, the Doctor he... I don't know what he did to him. And he locked me, chained me, in a room with no light, no sound, nothing but cold."
Cold enough that he hadn't really felt his fingers or toes until he came here, not cold enough for him to freeze to death. Something he'd been a little relieved about, at first. It hadn't been fun the first time, and he didn't care to repeat it. Only now... now he almost wished he would freeze.