Coming down into the Hub on the invisible lift, Jack was treated to a very stimulating view of Ianto, on hands and knees, peering into the Rift pool.
“Loving the view, Ianto!” he grinned. “Mind if I ask what you’re doing?”
“We have Newts!”
“Oh. That sounds bad.” Jack frowned. “How do we get rid of them?”
Ianto looked horrified.
“We don’t! I’m pretty sure they’re Great Crested. Do you have any idea how endangered they are? We should consider ourselves lucky, they’re a protected species.”
“Really?” Jack peered at the Newts. “Looks like Torchwood’s branching out into nature conservation.”