Gwen gave the tiniest of shrugs, but instead of sitting down, she leaned casually against the side of Jack's desk, examining the chaotic pile of paperwork and wondering, for the millionth time, what she had managed to get herself into.

"Well if you want an answer then, well, I don't think I did half bad. A bit brilliant, actually, if we're goin' on what you were sayin'." She shot him a smug smile. "There some appraisal questionnaire I need to fill out? Some little Torchwood check boxes to look at?"