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She had been watching him now for 20 minutes, taking cover behind the dusty Torchwood Two boxes, undecided on whether asking for help or not. Ianto was still deeply concentrating on what looked like an alien toaster to her. Then again everything looked like a kitchen utensil to her. Everything just looked so foreign. She hated cooking and it may or may not have something to do with the fact that Rhys refused to let her in the kitchen after her last attempt at pancakes resulted in batter on the ceiling. That mixer didn't like her and was possessed by something, and now that she knew about aliens she was sure it was of alien origin.
She was so caught up in her own train of thought she began to lean against some of the boxes next to her resulting on every last one toppling over onto the floor. The contents littered the ground with files and artifacts.
At the crashing sound Ianto jumped and let out a rather undignified if not a bit girly shriek. Not that he would ever admit to such a thing. He ran towards the commotion afraid of what could have possibly caused it, coming to an abrupt halt to find Gwen on the ground attempting to shove everything back into whatever box was closest.
"Stop that! You're making it worse!" He yelled at her, then looked around at what he was sure was an additional 4 hrs of work now. 'I'm never going home' he thought.
"I was just trying to help!"
"Stop helping. Please." He huffed. "What are you doing down here? You shouldn't be down here without an escort. Do I have to remind you of why that rule was established in the first place?"
"You know you wouldn't need that rule if you marked the corridors to tell people where they are!" She said as she continued to gather alien devices into a pile.
Ianto smirked and gave her the 'you really are an idiot look' he usually reserved for Owen. "What do you think the numbers on the end of each hallway are? How about the numbers and letters on each door? Have you read the Torchwood manual or are you still using it as a coaster, following Jack's example."
"I read it!" She snapped grabbing what looked like an alien hairdryer and getting up from the floor.
"If you had read it then you would know the layout wouldn't you? It's all well detailed on the last 20 pages."
"Is that what those numbers in the back were for? I thought it was the index. I asked Owen he said I was right!"
"You asked Owen?" He raised his eyebrow at her. 'Now I know you're an idiot' he thought to himself.
Gwen knew that look. She had seen it directed at Owen enough times to know he thought she was an idiot for asking the biggest self proclaimed twat in Torchwood, maybe all of Cardiff and even Wales. The anger began to build and she gripped the 'hairdryer'.
"Serves me right for listening to that child" She waved her arms around exasperated. Then froze when the 'hairdryer' began to vibrate and heat up in her palm. "Ianto… I think it's doing something…" She looked up to find a pile of clothes "Ianto?!"