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Gwen Cooper didn't...quite remember the last time she was here. That's what retcon will do to you. And so much has happened since then, anyway...she's Torchwood now.

A secret (okay not so secret) organisation designed to hunt aliens. If it's alien, it's ours!

It's a horribly exciting life!! Can't you tell as Gwen wanders in with an armful of paperwork? Yes. SO VERY EXCITING.

She looks around for a moment, vague memories of this place flitting back. Back when she was police. Before Torchwood. They...have really good tea here.

So there's a Gwen Cooper sitting at that table over there, mulling over paperwork with a cuppa. Yay!

[ooc: fails, bbs, and has an allergy attack of doom, but is studying for exam tomorrow and should be around for a while. or dead...we'll see~]

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The tea here is, actually, quite fantastic. It has a certain... something, a sort of... bouquet.

Like Paris. But only in certain years.

But really, the best way to have tea is with a full service, but it's horribly awkward to carry. That's why the small robotic dog rolling by your feet, Gwen, is balancing a tea tray on its back.
"PARDON ME." It chirps as it maneuvers to get to the couch, on which sits a small, blond, very properly dressed woman.

Gwen jumps. And eyes the small robotic dog. "Bloody hell."

It's so cute!

It really is. Just don't tell it that, it will be insufferable for days. The little (tin) dog neatly slips by the poor startled Torchwood staffer and trundles over to his mistress.
"Oh, good dog, K9." She smiles, setting her book aside to take care of the tea things. The little dog nods, his antennae ears twitching.
"YES, MISTRESS." Did you know little robotic dogs could be smug, Gwen?

Gwen half-smiles as she watches the little dog trundle past. Leaning back she nods at the other woman. "Lovely dog."

There's a brief sound like an ancient computer chugging along, before the little dog adds in his two cents.
"THE HUMAN FEMALE IS CORRECT, MISTRESS!"
"He is terribly impertinent." Romana corrects, giving her dog a quelling stare. "I am sorry."

Evidently robots don't quell.

[ooc: omg i'm sorry. i fell asleep after coffee studying and now i'm off to the zoo, i'll be back in the evening ♥]

Gwen laughs. "Oh don't worry. He's 'armless, I'm sure. Nothin' too bad."

Why hello there! At least that is what the smile upon the red-headed man's face reads as he spots Gwen. Raising his cup of coffee toward the woman in greeting he calls out lightly to her, cheeky little half smile across his face. "Good evening, miss. Not the place you were expecting it to be?"

Of course he'd gets up after a sip of the steaming liquid and offers his right hand. "Or would you like some help with those?"

Gwen looks up, a little shocked. "Oh, just surpised to find myself here again. S'been a while."

"Same boat then." Winking at the woman he wiggles his fingers a little with his hand stretched out. "Would you like some help with those? You seem to have an arm full.."

[ooc: omg i'm sorry. i fell asleep after coffee studying and now i'm off to the zoo, i'll be back in the evening ♥]

"What? Oh--" Gwen laughs slightly and hands him some of the papers. "Thanks, sorry."

Well, if she's sitting still...

Medusa, black curly hair still damp from her shower and golden wings shining clean, is sitting on a table nearby.

Sketching.

Sketching Gwen, as it happens.

Gwen's absorbed with reading over her fact files at the moment so she doesn't quite register that she's being watched. :O

That's perfectly fine as far as the Gorgon is considered! It's when people notice and flail that she sighs.

Or, laughs, depending on her mood.

She bites her bottom lip, eyes flicking from Gwen to her papper, and then she adds some cross-hatching.

Gwen carefully highlights something she's just read, shaking her head and sighing. After a moment though, the feeling of being watched hits her.

She looks round, searching.

[ooc: omg i'm sorry. i fell asleep after coffee studying and now i'm off to the zoo, i'll be back in the evening ♥]

If it were just the snakes, Medusa would not be so easy to spot - they are slender and black and tumbled through her slender and black braids. Added to which she's a small woman, really.

But the wings are another matter. For some reason, true gold just catches people's attention.

Gwen notices them.

And tilts to her head and wrinkled her brow. Wings. Huh. That's something she hasn't dealt with before.

Medusa pauses, and then glances up, dark eyes wide and bright behind her glasses.

"Hi."

"Hello." Gwen smiles. "You've got lovely wings. I have to say that's one thing I haven't seen before."

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At the time, I didn't realize I was talking to myself. I can only imagine how I must have looked.

"'Opportunity to explore your species' genome.' Jesus H. Christ. What kind of a proposition is that?"

"Excuse me?" Gwen raises her eyebrows. O_O?!

[ooc: omg i'm sorry. i fell asleep after coffee studying and now i'm off to the zoo, i'll be back in the evening ♥]

"What?" That was when I realized I'd been talking to myself - not the first time that habit's gotten me in trouble. "Oh. Sorry. I just had...something really weird happen to me. I'm a little rattled, is all."

Gwen puts her hand up, smiling. "Oh, well no worries. I can understand that."

"I'm not sure you could understand this - not unless you deal with aliens on a regular basis. That gives a person a whole new set of standards for 'weird.'"

"So happens I just made a career change. Into dealin' with aliens." She grins.

"Huh. That'll teach me to watch my mouth around here, then." I held out a hand to the young lady. "Rick Schumann, owner and operator of the Draco Tavern - Earth's only multispecies bar. Well," I amended, considering the last bit of our conversation, "on my Earth, anyway."