Jack stops short and gasps a breath in, as if he got hit with a bolt of lightning, a sudden shock to his entire system. He's spent enough years around the man, Jack recognizes him even before his face is fully visible. Tense, uncomfortable, displeased, and probably finding something to complain about. Rather than putting Jack on guard, his disposition confirms that maybe this is actually the man he thinks he's looking at.

"Owen?" Tentative, before he snaps out of his shock, and starts walking towards the (former?) field medic. The man who died on his watch twice, now standing in front of him again.

Jack stops only a few feet away, a hand starts to raise as if he wants to reach out and confirm that this one isn't a hologram, but he falters, and it drops back to his side, then his arms fold uncomfortably around himself.

"It really you, or is this place fucking with us again?"