Gently he canted his head in a kind of mimicry of ‘Desmond’ at the word he used “informant? Yes one who offers information to the organization…then you are an employee” that seemed to be enough for him. Epsilon studied the question for a long bit, clearly processing the correct answer to give to explain his presence “I am Epsilon…humanoid machinery…an android in the terms humans would use and I am too an employee of Torchwood…” He was an attractive creation there was no denying it, he had been shaped in a lean slightly muscular frame by aliens who had made sure to give him that touch of perfection. Yes he was perfect. A soft androgynous face set on a slender delicate throat flowing gracefully into slightly broad shoulders. He was beautiful and handsome all in the same breath and Epsilon did not seem to notice the fact. In turn he studied ‘Desmond,’ something about him didn’t seem right yet the machine could not name the calculation that his processes where pulling together “What is your name?” he turned away as he asked, lifting his books up and moving them away.