Hartman, Yvonne Hartman

“Lisa was a Cyberman, Ianto, use your head. Cyberman is worse than dead.”

disappointed work mom noises @ ianto

“There is an our. We may be different branches, but the more people know of one, the closer they are to learning about the others.” Yvonne’s arms crossed. Jack Harkness was a headache she hadn’t asked to deal with. “If it’s dealt with, it’s dealt with but keep a tighter lid on things. For all of our sakes.”

“how can you be a proper secret organization if your employees are ordering food using ‘torchwood’?”

doesn’t wear a shirt under her blazer

“i had them lasting another week. shame.” it meant she’d have interviews running again, but that was no bother. so long as no more coups happened, she’d be fine. “if pippa and thomas keep going through assistants like napkins then perhaps they deserve the work load. but i’m sure there’s someone we can allocate to help with tech recovery.” yvonne took a long sip from her coffee before flicking through the file. “don’t suppose you’d be interested in lending a hand down there?”

“i never flatter, ianto, not unless it’ll get me something.” she’s willing to admit it. he’s worked hard. “i would be nothing without your coffee.”

“i’m also very fond of ianto jones.”

“considering things have been quiet in london, it seems a more natural role.”

“because i’m the one putting up with the bureaucrats.”

“doesn’t work that way.”

“i suppose if you really missed me, i wouldn’t be doing my job right.”