Jack's frown drew deeper into his face. "If that's what it was... why were you being so hostile before?" He knelt down in front of him, setting his gun up on the desk. "I would have offered to help. People messing about with the timeline, enslavement, genocide... that's the sort of thing that I work against. Listen..." He lifted a hand to his face to lift the Welshman's gaze to him. "I'm sorry that this happened to you... but I'll do my best to help you, all right?" He smiled kindly at him.

"Could you tell me your name?"