Gwen fumed the whole drive back to Glasgow, she was annoyed with the man who called himself the leader of Torchwood two, he was incompetent. He didn't listen to her warnings about that thing in the loch, the locals had it right, it was a monster, whereas the man in the driving seat seemed to consider it a friend almost like it was a human being. She couldn't believe it, she had read the file on the way to the loch and had wondered about operative 63554, but she would never have guessed or expected a large metal snake to be a Torchwood operative.
She could maybe see Torchwood using the snake for their purposes, but it should be locked up at all other times, after all if it was alien it belonged to Torchwood anyway. She didn't see why they had to be nice to it or treat it like it was something that it was not. She would be speaking to Jack about it when she got back to Cardiff, she was sure that he would understand and see to it that the whole situation was fixed quickly.
The other man was obviously incompetent and Jack needed to put someone else in charge of Torchwood two, the man couldn't even contain a couple of pieces of technology, he had left it all to her. She had to admit that she knew how to do the job much better than he did, but that was no reason to make her do all the work. There was a lot that Archie could learn from her if he just took the time and got over himself. The fact that he thought himself so amazing was something that meant that he would endanger someone sooner or later and she didn't want it to be her.
Gwen was glad when they finally got back to the Torchwood two base, even if she wasn't looking forward to climbing the stairs again. She had spent the majority of the past 24 hours in a moving vehicle and all she wanted to do was sleep, perhaps phone Jack first so that he could lull her to sleep with his voice.
As soon as the van came to a stop she jumped out and started to make her way towards the building intent on getting her stuff and getting to wherever it was she was staying, so that she could phone Jack. She hadn't gotten far before Archie was calling her back and insisting that she carry one of the containment boxes up the stairs, berating her for trying to leave them in such an unsecure environment when they were unaware as to what the devices actually were or what it was that they did.
She grabbed one of the boxes, leaving the other to the man who was glaring at her, and stormed towards the building. She stomped up the stairs as fast as she could, not allowing them to get the better of her this time. She was knackered by the time that she reached the top, but she felt accomplished that she had bet the other operative up the stairs even if she did feel like she had just gone ten rounds with a weevil. She was shocked and horrified therefore when she found that the door was wide open for her and that the leader of Torchwood two was once again sat in his chair waiting for her, looking as though he had been waiting a while. If it weren't for the containment box on the table she would swear that it had been a trick and that he had been there the whole time with a double or a twin out in the field with her.
She stormed into the room dropping the containment box on top of the other one, glaring at the glare the other man threw at her. Deciding not to let her anger get the better of her just now she took a deep breath before looking at him. She would not allow herself to get angry; she would save her anger for the morning when she was more rested. She wanted a good night's sleep so that she would be able to spend the next few days trying to fix torchwood two before she returned to Cardiff.
If she returned having straightened out this branch, something that Jack had obviously sent her to do, then Jack would have no choice but to see how wonderful she was. Then he would no doubt ask her to leave Rhys for him, something that she would have no problem doing, she had been waiting for him to ask ever since she first met him, and nothing like a bit of paper or some marriage vows would stop her.
"Where am I staying?" Gwen asked, trying and failing to be polite, but at that point she didn't really care. All she wanted was a hot shower, a warm bed and the chance to call Jack to update him on everything that was going on.
Archie stood abruptly, looking as though he was going to say something but had thought better of it. "This way." He barked at her before leading her down a corridor, "In there," he pointed, "your schedule for the next few days is on the bedside counter, memorise it." He then walked off, ignoring her muttered complaints about his manners.
She walked into the room, unsure as to what exactly she was expecting, but knowing that a camp bed was not it. She let out a scream of frustration, but calmed as she noticed another door, one that led to a bathroom. The facilities weren't amazing, but at least she could have a shower. She grabbed her bags before going back to the small bathroom and getting into the shower, she turned it up full and stepped under the spray only to scream and jump back out of the spray as she was hit with freezing cold water. She tried to adjust the temperature, but found that it was beyond her. She had a quick shower, probably the quickest one she had ever had before getting out and drying off. She got dressed and crawled into the camp bed, forgoing her call to Jack instead attempting to warm up in any way she could before she fell asleep.