I don't feel like dancing
PC Cooper has been doing her best to get acclimated to this new world she's found herself in. It's been difficult, but she's been managing. She has no job, no money, and two changes of clothing (one kindly provided by one of the angels), but... well, she's trying.
It's proving difficult. She wants Rhys. She wants to go home. And she wants, if she's going to be stuck here, to at least be useful. Which is probably why she's hovering by the unmanned reception desk in the lobby, watching people pass, looking for someone moderately in charge.
She's done a lot of reading, and she's pretty sure that even if the angels don't always go about things the right way, they're definitely better - safer - than Torchwood and the demons. So she wants to help.
That's just what she does.
It's proving difficult. She wants Rhys. She wants to go home. And she wants, if she's going to be stuck here, to at least be useful. Which is probably why she's hovering by the unmanned reception desk in the lobby, watching people pass, looking for someone moderately in charge.
She's done a lot of reading, and she's pretty sure that even if the angels don't always go about things the right way, they're definitely better - safer - than Torchwood and the demons. So she wants to help.
That's just what she does.