Team Torchwood scurried quickly into the tourist office, out of the icy, rain-laden wind coming off the bay, rubbing their hands together and shivering. Their faces were reddened by the cold and their eyes were watering. Inside the small room it was warmer, though not by much. Ianto stood behind the counter in his overcoat and gloves.
“It’s the middle of June!” Jack grumbled, shaking rain from his hair. “How can it be this cold?”
“Maybe the Rift is affecting the weather,” Tosh suggested.
Ianto snorted. “I’d have thought both of you would be used to British summers by now.”