“My clothes are completely ruined,” Gwen sighs one day, shortly after she joins the team. A field trip down into the sewers has left them all grubby and stinking. “How come Torchwood doesn’t have a uniform? You know, like the police.”
Owen stares at her and snorts in disgust. “Defeats the object of bein’ a secret organisation, doesn’t it? Every Tom, Dick, and Harry would know who we are.”
“But it says Torchwood on the car.”
“Only because official vehicles get fewer parking tickets,” Tosh explained.
“Well, that’s Jack’s excuse anyway,” Ianto smirked. “Really, he just thinks it looks cool.”