The aliens had settled into the Cell, Glib cradling Fall in his arms. When the other one had awoken, Glib quickly gurgled what had happened to his partner, along with a few sharp squeaks that sounded a lot like reprimands. Then their tentacles had knotted together and Owen had interrupted.
"Oi, can we get out of here before you start that?" Glib had deepened slightly, but Fall just laughed.
"Yes, and I apologize. I was fearful that you were trying to harm us. Humans have a rather poor reputation in the galaxy. The great polluters, abusers, murderers. You guys are heartless mindless monsters with archaic technology and a penchant to destroy." Owen flinched, while Tosh simply nodded.
"Many humans are like that. Indeed most are. But there are some of us, the informed, the kind, the unbiased. Torchwood's current goal is to protect earth, and help the wayward travelers that the Rift drops here." Owen popped in, quoting their illustrious captain.
"The 21st century is when everything changes, and it's up to Torchwood to be ready." Tosh smiled.
"So, Owen, I take it that everything is settled?" Owen nodded.
"I sedated the Hoix so they shouldn't be that much of a bother." Tosh stepped out of the cell latching the door behind them.
"These, creatures that you capture. Why them and not us." Tosh looked Fall in the eye stalks.
"The beings that are here have intentionally injured or killed humans. We try not to kill anything that we can save and relocate." The alien seemed to except this explanation.
"So, relocate, is this what you're doing with us?" Tosh nodded once.
"Yes, you are going to be taken to a habitat that is beneficial to you. Constituents of ours will be taking care of that." They inclined their eye-stalks again towards the technician.
"We are most grateful."