Victor pulls out "homework": databases snurched from the Torchwood files, detailed profiles, tasks for each member of LINDA to complete. Alone. Skinner almost brushes Victor's hand, earning yet another hammed-up, unbearable warning, and Victor continues: "I'd like you to complete your targets and meet back here this time next week, one step closer to catching the Doctor." He sits behind a sudden desk and whisks them away with his hands. They all jump to follow his commands -- he's the one with the information, so he knows best -- and Victor waves Bliss back for a private word. If you've been playing along you already knew: Bliss goes first.
Scattered to the winds, LINDA splits up in the street like feathers on the wind. Elton's cheerful, all, "Better get to work!" and Ursula thinks a second: "I never thought of it as work..." But after all, they want to find the Doctor, and Victor has the information. They head off, all in different directions, and not one of them can hear Bliss screaming. Maybe if they were still touching.