Yvonne tells Matt, another assistant, to send Rajesh something, to fight off the propinquity of Hell: "He's going mad down there...Not alcohol," she adds cheerfully. I love Yvonne. I like her creepiness and I like her love of the staff and her job; I like how she's what Harriet should have been, in the end. In order for the Doctor's flip-out to make more sense. I like thinking about how she and Harriet would have worked together and against each other. I like thinking about what Torchwood demands. Yvonne goes back into her office; a random gives Adeola (Martha! Lisa! Adeola!) a printout about something, I guess the ghost shift. She glances over at Gareth -- almost an Ianto, in the face, if only he wasn't about to fall, first soldier down; if he were only Welsh and even hotter than he is -- and IMs him: "god i'm bored." One of those, eh? They grin at each other, and he types back more of that nonsense, basically asking her to take a coffee break but with a lot of that retard syntax we don't like. (Russell! This is not What The Kids Are Doing!) Good grammar costs nothing, people. Do you know how drunk I have to be before I say shit like "LOL"? So very. Gareth asks leave to doublecheck the stats, and takes off; Addie immediately asks leave to crossref the shift levels with the sphere activity, and takes off also. Yvonne and the others with whom she's conferencing grin at each other conspiratorially: "And they think we haven't noticed." Everyone laughs lovingly and goes back to work. Torchwood is people. That's the beauty and the tragedy both; and arrogance is the Bad Wolf of the season.