"I'll take your word for it," he says dully. It's not that he doesn't care about the fact that she's apparently seen the end days - that's some heavy shit, the kind of stuff Bill wrote about in his books that were 80% good and 20% steaming crap by the end, like that one where all the people ended up in Colorado or Vegas, no middle ground.

"Missions. Jesus. You're making it sound like we get uniforms and debriefings and all that crap. I dunno if you noticed, but I'm not exactly a military kinda guy. No Torchwood for me."