"Her name is Myfanwy," a soft voice with a definite middle class British accent said behind them. "You must be Gabriel and Mohinder? The Captain mentioned you would be coming."

The man had a strange glow about him, serene face and eyes to match. His lips curled into a half smile and his hair was left almost wild, in curls and waves. He wore a white shirt and skinny black jeans. He didn't have shoes on, but had enough bracelets on one wrist to supply a group of ravers if they were any other colour but black.

"Welcome to Torchwood 3."