...Ah. [ she sounds ever so slightly like a young child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. ] You've met Jack. Of course...of course you would have met Jack. He, uhm --

[ is there a gentle way to say it? something that doesn't smack too much of sentimentality? ] I met Jack shortly after your Captain first left Luceti. The infatuation is mutual but I'd try not to put too much stock in what he said about me. He's embarrassingly biased.