Nosy was, as its name would suggest, somewhat nosy. Whatever anyone was doing, sooner or later the curious alien would have to investigate.
Usually, Nosy simply watched, finding even routine things fascinating. It would peer over Tosh’s shoulder at her computer screen or hang over the railings watching Owen performing an autopsy.
One day, poking around on Gwen’s desk, there was a zapping sound and suddenly Nosy’s fluff was standing on end. It gave a startled squeak.
“Let that be a lesson to you,” Ianto said sternly, retrieving the errant Taser. “Curiosity kills the cat, but it frazzles the Fluff!”