The tall gent lets out triumphant yawp. "YEEAAH! whoo! G'wan back to the woods!" He cranks the music down a reasonable level and pulls the ear protectors down around his neck before loping closer to Oz. "Hey there! Quite a close shave. If I had that music cranked any lower than eleven, it'd be a different ending," he says, friendly. "Y'okay there? Been doing some recon, making sure those things go away and stop harassing the locals. A little birdie told us they don't like loud music, so I been showin' 'em how it's done - with style.

He approaches, offering his hand. "Captain Jack Harkness, and who do I have the honor of rescuing from those music hating beasts?"