"I never like theme parks much. But then I worked at one during the summer once and it sort of killed the whimsy and amusement. Kid vomit and crappy pay will do that," Peter admitted as he paused to read some of the graffiti. Nothing out of the ordinary really, some asshole writing his name and then some random gangish crap that went over the wall and onto a nearby bench. Nothing was ever truly left untouched by idiots and spray paint.

He kept moving, trying to make sure to take in as much of it as possible. It seemed massive and everything could be relevant. Jack didn't really mention what they were looking for or what they were after.

"I missed the brief, fill me in? Why are we here again?"

Oh yes, Peter was always behind on the cases and what he was doing here. Not good at paying attention to orders nor following them. Still, that seemed to be not entirely uncommon at Torchwood. Especially when Jack was often very ambiguous.

"Are we here to test the rides? Cause I'm all up for that if they're, you know, safe."