She says a lot, and thankfully months on a ship with people from all sorts of times and places makes it go down easier in Jack’s mind. There’s still an edge to it that pricks the back of his mind in a familiar way, but he keeps himself civil and mostly relaxed, nodding as she talks like this is fine and normal.

Until they enter the restaurant. Jack stops cold, and that feeling pricks more, but--

But the context clues he puts together, things she says now and where he saw her before, the name she mentions now, and this...

Well, first of all, the current situation: he flinches a little at the sound the person’s voice makes, but keeps a polite smile stuck to his face as they’re led to a table. As they walk, he says as a quiet aside to the woman, since she seems, er, tense:

“Honestly, still not as bad as some of the folks in my history.”