[There's a few seconds' pause before the door rolls aside with a mechanical sound. Tosh is looking unusually un-put-together: no makeup, hair tied back, plain black T-shirt and grey sweatpants. She looks tired.
Behind her, the Hub looks like an industrial lab mated with a subway tunnel - there's a bank of computers, the word TORCHWOOD picked out on the white tiled wall in black, and a little way away a set of steps down into the sunken area that's passed as both infirmary and morgue. It's very tall - a few storeys - but apart from a few catwalks there's not much in the way of useable space.
She smiles, fleetingly - more a twitch of the lips.]
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Date: 2012-11-22 10:10 pm (UTC)Behind her, the Hub looks like an industrial lab mated with a subway tunnel - there's a bank of computers, the word TORCHWOOD picked out on the white tiled wall in black, and a little way away a set of steps down into the sunken area that's passed as both infirmary and morgue. It's very tall - a few storeys - but apart from a few catwalks there's not much in the way of useable space.
She smiles, fleetingly - more a twitch of the lips.]
Hi.