And she's not even considering it. Bloody. Fucking. Hell. "You say we will, but we haven't done much so far, have we? What we've got is a bloody lot of aliens who've tried several things with varying degrees of success, and it looks like even they might be running out of options, while a rogue Time Agent with a combined murderous streak and a death wish is running about."
Suzie takes a deep breath and leans forward slightly, hands resting on Gwen's desk. And, as she does so, she reaches for the construct the Vesmier built for her, opening that third eye, and taking a good long look. She'll need all the information she can get if she's going to win this, every advantage she can exploit.
"The one person best suited to dealing with someone with all of Jack's capabilities is Jack himself. And Jack's trapped there, inside his own head, struggling. I've seen him. I can reach him."
She's keeping eye contact, her gaze hard and determined, trying to hold Gwen's gaze with her own, to drive the point home through sheer force of will if she has to. "Listen: I'm not trusted here, and you've got very good reasons for not trusting me. I'm a manipulative bitch with a long habit of doing whatever it takes to survive. I'm very good at using people, very good at getting them to believe whatever I want them to believe, and if I'd continued on the path I was on, I'd have killed several people, and tried to kill you and Jack both. I've also got some very good reasons to hate the Doctor.
"The fact that I'm horrified by what I would've done, the fact as things stand my one priority is getting our Captain back, and the fact that I have no intentions whatsoever of betraying the Doctor or any members of Torchwood and that I want Thane to fucking burn for what he did to Tosh are all irrelevant." There's a flicker in her eyes, pain and fury, quickly smoothed over. "I've got enough backing me up that's nothing but truth, not a single lie for him to sniff out, and I was good enough to have all of Torchwood, Jack Harkness included, fooled for quite some time. I've got good odds of getting his subconscious on my side, and given the very limited trust that anyone has in me, if I die..." She smiles a bit, and it's not a nice smile. "You've lost nothing you were really using anyway."
There's pure challenge in her eyes now. Go on, then. Argue with that. There's no one better for this than me, and you're out of options, for all that you're talking about finding another way. Let me do what I'm best at.
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Suzie takes a deep breath and leans forward slightly, hands resting on Gwen's desk. And, as she does so, she reaches for the construct the Vesmier built for her, opening that third eye, and taking a good long look. She'll need all the information she can get if she's going to win this, every advantage she can exploit.
"The one person best suited to dealing with someone with all of Jack's capabilities is Jack himself. And Jack's trapped there, inside his own head, struggling. I've seen him. I can reach him."
She's keeping eye contact, her gaze hard and determined, trying to hold Gwen's gaze with her own, to drive the point home through sheer force of will if she has to. "Listen: I'm not trusted here, and you've got very good reasons for not trusting me. I'm a manipulative bitch with a long habit of doing whatever it takes to survive. I'm very good at using people, very good at getting them to believe whatever I want them to believe, and if I'd continued on the path I was on, I'd have killed several people, and tried to kill you and Jack both. I've also got some very good reasons to hate the Doctor.
"The fact that I'm horrified by what I would've done, the fact as things stand my one priority is getting our Captain back, and the fact that I have no intentions whatsoever of betraying the Doctor or any members of Torchwood and that I want Thane to fucking burn for what he did to Tosh are all irrelevant." There's a flicker in her eyes, pain and fury, quickly smoothed over. "I've got enough backing me up that's nothing but truth, not a single lie for him to sniff out, and I was good enough to have all of Torchwood, Jack Harkness included, fooled for quite some time. I've got good odds of getting his subconscious on my side, and given the very limited trust that anyone has in me, if I die..." She smiles a bit, and it's not a nice smile. "You've lost nothing you were really using anyway."
There's pure challenge in her eyes now. Go on, then. Argue with that. There's no one better for this than me, and you're out of options, for all that you're talking about finding another way. Let me do what I'm best at.