"What if she doesn't want the job?" Ianto asked quietly as they left the office.
"Retcon. Simple as." Jack replied.
"But . . . What about UNIT?" He reminded him of exactly why he'd ended up contacting Lauren himself.
"Oh . . ." Jack grimaced slightly. "Right. That may present a slight problem."
"Care to share, you two?" Gwen called over.
"Lauren, this is Ianto Jones - makes the best coffee this side of the Rift, amongst other things." Jack ignored Gwen's question.
"The Rift?" Lauren raised an eyebrow.
"You didn't even explain that to her?" Ianto sighed.
"Again, what?" Lauren prompted.
"Ohh dear, you'd better sit down." Jack admitted, indicating a chair. He proceeded to explain about the Rift at top speed, and she was still confused when he stopped talking.
"I'll tell you that in English later." Ianto promised.
"Hey, sometimes a little techno babble is good!" Jack protested.
"Not when it's coming from you."
"You babble enough without having any 'techno' involved." Gwen chipped in.
"Enough, you two." Jack glared at them.
"I suppose you haven't explained about . . .?" Ianto couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence.
"You mean why we're attempting to recruit her?" Jack sighed, and Gwen and Ianto exchanged a look. "This job is dangerous, Lauren. And I don't mean the 'oh, I might find out something I shouldn't' dangerous, I mean 'oh, I might get shot' dangerous. When Gwen came here there was a woman working with us called Suzie Costello. She went mad, basically, and I ended up having to shoot her before she killed Gwen."
Lauren's expression was surprisingly calm, so he continued.
"And up until three months ago we had two agents - Toshiko Sato and Doctor Owen Harper. They're both dead, and God knows the three of us would've done anything we could to save them. But we didn't. And it's not safe for just three of us to go around fighting the things that come through the Rift. That's where you come in."
"So this is a 'putting my life in your hands' kind of job?" She asked him.
"Best way of putting it I've heard." Gwen muttered.
"All right." The three of them looked at her, shocked.
"All right? You mean you'll do it?" Jack sounded eager.
"Yes. I know fuck-all about it, but what the hell. You're right, Jack. I do need a job."