"So I guess it's safe to assume you've got kids," Jack says, looking around at all the myriad toys littering the floor as he makes his way to the table. "Not too shabby. I'm a fan of kids. Used to have one, even."

He's babbling because he's a little nervous and unsure of where he is and once he realizes it, he promptly shuts his mouth and takes a sip of his coffee instead.