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Torchwood was just as busy as ever but the hall leading to Unidentified Artifacts was usually more barren than the rest. The heels of her boots clicking down the narrow hall, Christina pushed open the door with a burst of energy and smiled pleasantly at the man hunched over the table examining something with an interested eye.

Her mouth opened to ask a question but then closed when her eye lingered on the objects int he room. Taking a few steps closer so she was almost right behind him, Christina tried to peer over and see what exactly it was he was looking at along with the other things on the table. “Sup dad?” She asked with a small chuckle to her voice.