Pret-a-Manger alien traced and dealt with.
It turns out he's an alien and a student. By which I mean: he (Jev) has a complicated fake identity and he's on Earth on an anthropological research project for his home planet, while pretending to be an anthropology undergraduate at the university. It got a bit recursive.
He uses various techniques to make himself look human and one is eating coffee beans. When his body metabolises them, itturns his skin only slightly jaundiced-looking (instead of ridiculously green). He's a bit short on cash and last night he was low on coffee, hence the theft at Pret.
Rose gave him the Starbucks giftcard from her purse, which I thought was very nice of her. Then she warned him about Torchwood not being so keen on aliens just hanging around and he looked appropriately chastised. She's good at that sort of thing. While she was doing this, I fixed up his radio so he can make better calls home and gave him my phone number. He seemed a bit homesick, poor boy, and I suppose we can do a bit of aliens-on-Earth chatting. Gossip from the rest of the galaxy is always interesting.
Then we went back to Pret and paid the coffee he nicked. Instead of (as they should have done) being grateful and offering us free food, the manager was rude and complained that our failure to get the identity of the thief meant he couldn't prosecute (we told him we'd got the money but the thief had got away before we could find out his name). And people say I'm rude!
He uses various techniques to make himself look human and one is eating coffee beans. When his body metabolises them, itturns his skin only slightly jaundiced-looking (instead of ridiculously green). He's a bit short on cash and last night he was low on coffee, hence the theft at Pret.
Rose gave him the Starbucks giftcard from her purse, which I thought was very nice of her. Then she warned him about Torchwood not being so keen on aliens just hanging around and he looked appropriately chastised. She's good at that sort of thing. While she was doing this, I fixed up his radio so he can make better calls home and gave him my phone number. He seemed a bit homesick, poor boy, and I suppose we can do a bit of aliens-on-Earth chatting. Gossip from the rest of the galaxy is always interesting.
Then we went back to Pret and paid the coffee he nicked. Instead of (as they should have done) being grateful and offering us free food, the manager was rude and complained that our failure to get the identity of the thief meant he couldn't prosecute (we told him we'd got the money but the thief had got away before we could find out his name). And people say I'm rude!