Rhiannon laughed, shaking her head. "Oh, Jack, you're incorrigable! Though I don't recall that being in Torchwood's charter at all." She propped her chin on her hand again, watching him with a mock-pout crossing her face. "It's a pity, then, that you won't be working for Torchwood. My alternate - if she exists - will be so deprived, the poor thing."