Captain Jack Harkness

What she said didn't add up with what he knew of the droids. he loved these droids. He had one in his house. So did all his friends. He'd once got told off by his Dad for taking theirs apart and modifying it (even if it did make it function better).

"They search you?" he said, his own confusion as obvious as hers. "Hey less of that!" he said in annoyance as the arm swung in her direction. "Really."

Behind it, Jack was already lifting the coat and un-tucking the shirt at the back. "Access panel," he explained without really explaining, "just about... here," he tugged and shifted and a piece of the glass came loose, allowing him to reach into the winding cogs and gears.

"And if I just..." he twisted his fingers against one of the cogs, "...if I can remember..." was it the one on the left or the right? It was the-- no, that one there.

He tugged on a cog inside, shifting it slightly from its position. Soon after all the other cogs slowed to a stop and the droid slumped forward, turning itself off.

Withdrawing his hand he held a small brass wheel between his fingers.

"There we go!"