Ignoring the Doctor for now, Jack turned his attention fully on Brant, reaching out to take his hand. "I was travelling with him, and I died for the first time. Daleks." And that was enough detail on that one. "Long story short, found myself in 1869 with my Vortex Manipulator burnt out, and I've been living linear since. Nearly a hundred and forty years. Too long in one century, you pick up a few colloqualisms."