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First entrance
[Torchwood Three, Cardiff, during episode 1.07, Greeks Bearing Gifts.]
Tosh is going to have to learn to believe in humanity herself. Nobody can instill that faith. However hard she's going to find it to learn, at least it won't be as hard -- or as costly -- as Jack's own lesson.
He shoves his hands into his coat pockets as he strides across Roald Dahl Plass, the breeze bringing the smell of the ocean in off the bay, ruffling in his hair and at the hem of his vintage RAF greatcoat.
Until suddenly, it isn't.
Jack's footsteps pause in mid-stride and he spins, hand going automatically to his holster to draw the Webley. The dim, warm light of the plaza at night is gone, just like the salt air and that playful little breeze. The sound of running water from the tower, the shape of the Millennium Centre with its hybrid verse spelled out in windows across its front.
Instead, he's in a bar.
A bar.
"What the hell?"
Tosh is going to have to learn to believe in humanity herself. Nobody can instill that faith. However hard she's going to find it to learn, at least it won't be as hard -- or as costly -- as Jack's own lesson.
He shoves his hands into his coat pockets as he strides across Roald Dahl Plass, the breeze bringing the smell of the ocean in off the bay, ruffling in his hair and at the hem of his vintage RAF greatcoat.
Until suddenly, it isn't.
Jack's footsteps pause in mid-stride and he spins, hand going automatically to his holster to draw the Webley. The dim, warm light of the plaza at night is gone, just like the salt air and that playful little breeze. The sound of running water from the tower, the shape of the Millennium Centre with its hybrid verse spelled out in windows across its front.
Instead, he's in a bar.
A bar.
"What the hell?"
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"Fortunately, I'm pretty good at entertaining myself, even when I'm not in a strange bar on a spaceship." He lifts his eyebrows, holds the expression, looks into her eyes, with all the skill of natural talent and oh so many years of practice. "You think we can be entertaining?"
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"Perhaps a tour of the ship." maybe starting with her room. He is after all looking for information. "Or at least as much of it as we are allowed in." not that would usually stop her.
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"I think a tour sounds like a very good idea." He pauses, just a moment, just long enough to let her imagination wander if it wants. "You think we can find somewhere entertaining to go?"
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Amanda understands his desire to gain information and he certainly seems willing to have fun.
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He leans forward, closer, breaking the eye contact they'd been maintaining long enough to whisper to her.
"You're the guide. Why don't you choose?"
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"Right this way" she directs giving him a view of her posterior as she waits for him to join her.
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When he catches up, he leans in close to whisper to her.
"I'm entirely in your hands."