When Tosh first arrived at Torchwood she was claustrophobic, prisoners’ mental health hardly being top of the agenda in UNIT’s maximum security compound.
The level between the archives and the cells contains a housing block, a remnant of stricter times; Tosh lived there for a time healing.
To her the dragon had always been strong; in stories, even when injured they fought on clever, quick and deadly sharp. It never occurred to her that people would perceive some other culturally proud meaning from a dragon in the hub.
Decades later Jack would remember the hub’s dragon, both paint and flesh.