And although Jack's been around a long time (a very long time -- longer than the Doctor has, something he never thought possible in spite of his inability to perish), he isn't immune to that sort of thing. He's as susceptible to empaths and other sorts of mind readers and manipulators as the next person, he's just a bit better at picking up on signs of something being amiss, should anyone falling into those categories decide to tamper with things they shouldn't.

Whatever Sonny's feeling from him, chances are, it's not pretty. It's dark and murky, filled to the brim with a gloomy sort of certainty that's been lurking for longer than anyone ought to be holding on to anything. With Jack it's a constant, and today it's out in full force.

"A better question would be why don't I," he comments, hopping up onto a stool. "List's shorter."