The door swung open and Jack turned to see Fawks rolling her eyes as Alexandra followed behind her.

"You can't just hit people in the face! It's not polite!"

"He smelt like ham!" Fawks retorted.

"I'll call the solicitors." Ianto sighed.

"We have solicitors?" Arthur asked.

"You think we hired John without a team of damn good lawyers?" Jack laughed.

"What'd you do Fawks?"

"Alfie Ren."

"The guy with the poisonous soap?" John mused.

"Yeah." Fawks nodded.

"She hit him. Without reason." Alexandra deadpanned.

"He was lying!" Fawks rolled her eyes.

"You don't know that!"

"He's a vegetarian! A preachy vegetarian. That smelt like ham!"

"Why is that important?" Gwen snorted.

"He was raving on about how meat is wrong and evil and cannibal and I don't know I got bored but he smelt like ham, like a ham sandwich,"

"Just because he smelt like ham does not mean he's a liar."

"And what's wrong with vegetarians?" Jacky laughed.

"Everything." Fawks said. "A person who does not like bacon is odd and needs to seek immediate medical attention."

"Oh please, bacon is not all that." Gwen rolled her eyes.

"Yes. It is!" Jack stated.

"What does fried pig have to do with this?" Nathaneal asked.

"Nothing," Alexandra said. "You were unjustified in hitting him.

"He had the soap," Fawks said, throwing the lime green bar at Ianto.

"So he was lying." Jack shrugged.

"told you." Fawks stuck her tongue out at Alexandra. "The nose knows."