School. Great. He's just flashed from the Hub to who knows where and he winds up with a schoolgirl. Though a remarkably composed one, so it could be worse. A lot worse.

"And where was that school? Because I ought to be in Cardiff," he says, looking around the ... apparently bar. Bar on a spaceship. Right. That's a hell of a jump unless there's something going on up above Earth that neither Torchwood nor UNIT have found on their sensors.

Which ... is not impossible.