"I'm a Generation 5000 soldier with centuries worth of militaristic knowledge in my head - not to mention a Time Lady in training - and you say there's nothing I can do?"

Anger getting the better of her, Jenny bangs her fist down on the table. It shakes as she continues to glower at him. A few seconds more and she turns on her heel towards the backdoor.

"Maybe I should just find a boyfriend who'll actually let me help," she mutters to herself, albeit loud enough for him to overhear. "And one that'll talk, too."