She would have frowned were she able. "You are Jack Harkness," she said. "That is all you are." A once-man, a fixed point in time, an anomaly and an abnormality. A friend ripped away. He was a great many things she didn't know how to describe.

"You want him to, do you not?" she asked, for once catching what wasn't outright spoken. "You miss him." It did not occur to her, however, that he might also have missed her.

The fact he had a vortex manipulator was both disturbing and rather unsurprising. "That could be used, yes," she said. "A communication device through which I could speak and see, as humans see. Very well."