Every inch of Charles was now on high alert, between hearing that and seeing that in front of him. Raven wasn't far behind, and he snapped in her mind to stop, stay there, because what had been an unknown was now somewhere off the charts into the weird and strange. He didn't want her hurt, despite her protests, and the very fact this man knew about her sent him into a defensive mode.

Charles' eyes narrowed with distrust, flickering between the vortex and the man beside it, not liking a bit of this. "I don't know what game you're trying to play here, but I'm not terribly keen on playing it, either." Torchwood. Future. The words get tucked away, remembering, but they were less important than the immediacy of that swirling energy.