Jack clenched his jaw, half out of general frustration and half to fight memories of his first meetings with Gwen and Ianto. Especially Ianto. Part of him wanted to try to force Retcon down her throat before she could blink, but the other part, the part of him that had brought all of them to Torchwood--
I protect people from stuff they like to pretend doesn’t exist. It was like this girl knew his weak spots. Almost as well as Gwen. If she’d had darker hair, he might have asked if she was a Cooper.
As it was, he sighed, shaking his head. “Fine. But I’ve been doing the same thing since before you were born, so if I tell you to do something, you’re doing it.” So I don’t have to find a blonde corpse to take your place for your family. He thought, taking a deep breath to force all those human fears away and get Torchwood to take their place.
Quickly opening the SUV again, he grabbed another can of the spray, tossing it at her. “Let’s go.”