"The archive has every scrap of information, every piece of technology, some alien, some not, that the British Government could scavenge." She glanced at Kerrigan over her shoulder. "We have definite magpie tendencies," she added as she returned to typing, quickly and efficiently bring up a list, and starting to eliminate items from it.

"We have people as far back as 1899. We need some way to bring them safely through to 2008, that doesn't involve them being one hundred and nine years older. And these," another quick tap of keys, and a hidden printer coughed once, and spat out a piece of paper, "are possibilities to check."

She stood and ripped it in half, offering a piece to Kerrigan.