Gwen huffed. Typical Jack, it was, always locking her out before she even scratched the surface of what could constitute as Jack's personal life. Not saying he had one, which Gwen suspected was part of the problem. But she still didn't understand his constant need to be so guarded around her.

"Yes, a lorry convention. First one he's been too. Actually," she came into the room, leaning against his desk and setting her tea down as she spoke, making it clear she wasn't planning on going anywhere anytime soon. "It's probably somethin' you could learn from, Jack. You know, communication within an organization. Might do some good, to know what's goin' on at the other Torchwood branches, I mean. The ones we haven't lost, anyway."