She’s got a six-month old. You find her living in the most remote part of the world, this tiny little cottage on the edge of a cliff, no roads in to or out of it. What we find out is that this idyllic chocolate box is completely kicked up to the hilt, armed with every weapon known to man including a rocket launcher, every kind of missile, knife, gun, anything. She’s prepared for war. She’s hysterical. What runs through her veins is Torchwood. It’s her drug, her adrenaline.— Eve Myles