Jack looked toward the man, back to the glass, and back to the man again, the look of delight still clear on his face.

"Quite," he agreed and then with another backwards look out at the stars, Jack advances and bends to hold out a hand to the man, who although a little odd did not look so strange to Jack as some of the others he had met.

"My apologies," Jack said. "I was so taken in by the view that I must confess I did not see you there at first."