Torchwood’s resident computer genius was behaving distinctly out of character. For one thing, she was trying to bite like a wild animal. There was nothing to do but restrain her, for everyone’s safety, until the pollen’s effects wore off, but that was easier said than done.
“Hold her still,” Jack yelled, trying to get restraints on her flailing arms.
“I’m trying!” Ianto ground out as Tosh twisted in his grip, kicking him in the shin. “This reminds me painfully of that time with the Hobnobs.”
“Look on the bright side,” Jack smirked. “At least this time she’s still fully clothed.”