[ She sees a glimpse of it, had seen it before, heard it in his voice. Whatever this was, it had him out of sorts. Urgent, worried. It was both comforting and distressing; it'd been a long time since she'd heard either in her friend's voice, let alone at all. ]

The Master? Sounds the type. I haven't met anyone by that name- would've asked him about it if he'd given me a name like that. What's he look like?

And he's just a human here, Jack. You know that.