There's another Time Agent here, another human from the century of my birth… I thought. I surveyed the area, tuning in to my senses. Moving through the stream of people who crowded the park square, I followed what my instincts were telling me. Before long, I spotted a young woman, no more than five feet or 150 centimeters tall, with porcelain skin, blue eyes, and a long mop of wavy auburn hair. To any passerby, she would have appeared ordinary enough. Most people, had they looked at her wrist, would have seen an intricately beaded leather cuff. I knew better than to mistake the object on her wrist for a bracelet. It was a sophisticated, albeit girly, time vortex manipulator. I decided to do some investigative work.
Once I was within earshot of the young woman, I remarked "Guess twenty-first century men's bodies don't pick up on fifty-first century women's pheromones too well, huh, dollface?" She whirled around, taser drawn, snapping into a defensive pose. "Easy now, dollface. I mean no harm. I'm a former Time Agent, myself." I assured her, rolling up my sleeves to show her the evidence, in the form of the time vortex manipulator attached to my wrist. She sighed and relaxed her posture, in response. "I'm Tereze Lafayette. Pleased to make your acquaintance." She announced, holding out her hand for a handshake in a most professional manner. I was pleasantly surprised to discover she had a firm grip, as we shook hands. Few women were confident enough to grip someone's hand with their actual strength when first introducing themselves. "Captain Jack Harkness. Pleased to meet you." I replied. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she teased me, saying "I bet you are."