Fraser blinked then politeness demanded he answer the odd man who came out of no where, wearing what looked like an old World War II RAF long coat. “Constable Benton Fraser of the RCMP.” He replied with a slight tilt of his head. It was obvious that this Captain Jack Harkness and most of the rest of the people he had found were well acquainted with each other. They also seemed far more comfortable with this sort of situation than he was himself.

That in itself had him half doubting his earlier decision that he should object to their plan. Even if it left what seemed like a defenseless, barely dressed woman behind. One who was seeming oddly unchilled. His mind was pushing around that conundrum around in his mind as he pulled out his gun when the trolls, and his mind skipped on that idea for a second… trolls, really?.. as the trolls ordered the charge. Diefenbaker stayed at his side growling, but seeming oddly reluctant to charge ahead. And then several questions were answered as Liz went on fire. “Oh, dear.” He whispered. It actually had him pause in shock and surprise