The glass-walled office is perched up in the catwalk’s where Jack can stand and survey his domain. Inside there is a battered, old-world feel to the room. The desk is from the Victorian era, the brandy from the 1920’s and the paperwork looks quite neglected. Boxes and tins clutter the shelves behind Jack’s desk, bits of broken technology and empty food wrappers are scattered over his desk and the open manhole in the corner is a hazard for the unwary.

Not really a kitchen but rather a rickety collection of shelves, tables, microwaves and refrigerators where take-away is stored and Ianto's precious coffee machine resides. Collections of teapots, old flavored coffee and mugs stretch back for decades.

More than monsters fall through the Rift and Torchwood has begun to investigate the possible benefits of alien botany as well as technology and biology. The hothouse is a steamy, glass enclosed room, oddly lit and cluttered with growing plants of mysterious origin. Somewhere in there is a pot plant, keeping company with something native to a planet light years away.

Actually an in-between space intended as an access point to the mechancial system (steam heat, water etc), it's not exactly on the main or the catwalk level. Jack has taken over a small side room in the acceess tunnel as his own living space. His bed is a campbed, not that he uses it much, and the rest of the furniture is old and battered and rather sad looking. Several footlockers under the campbed contain private memories.