Her disdain was evident when she spoke. "Torchwood. Designed to find and destroy aliens like the Doctor. To protect Earth, even though these children have no idea what it is they do. They will tinker and toy until the world ends because they think themselves wise and clever when they are not. They think they know what is best."

There was a certain sadness as she finished her diatribe and she didn't speak again for some time, fiddling with her own corner of coding instead. She wouldn't admit it, but she appreciated the sentiment of her brilliance and it mollified her exasperation somewhat.

"He is always jealous," she whispered eventually. "I am all he has. He is all I have. If one of us leaves, what then are we left with?"

The idea of heading into the basement brought her pause and she ran a quick scan to see if she would have access to him down there. "I am uncertain this method of communication will continue to be helpful if you do go down there," she said.