"I'm a bit downtimestream from you," Jack says, flipping open part of the espresso machine which may or may not be meant to be flipped open. "Integrating alien presence into society is... not so much a problem, now. Actually – you'll never believe this."

He locates the coffeebeans – at last, at last! – and starts reading through the description, finally settling on one that's supposed to have vanilla, chocolatey, cinnamony and oaky notes. Now, to find a grinder.

"I'm an ambassador." He looks back her way, leaning against the counter for a moment. "Someone actually thought it'd be a good idea to trust me with making good impressions on alien dignitaries. Somewhere, I swear, the Doctor is having double heart attacks."