Sharon had no plans to become a danger to anyone here. Especially when she could hardly move without pain from the gunshot wound. (Though, a gunshot wound had never really stopped her from being a danger to those who deserved it.)
"But not originally from Wales?" She added, wincing just a little as she leaned back in her own chair, mirroring his motion. As soon as she finished her latte she was heading home. She needed to rest.
"Torchwood." She repeated the name. "I've never heard of Torchwood." Maybe it didn't exist in her world, much like Madripoor didn't exist here.