God I love Gertrude Robinson. You spend the season one convinced she was history’s biggest ignoramus then it turns out she’d spent decades travelling the world and walking right up to whichever eldritch monster made out of nightmares was trying to cause the apocalypse this week; and then she’d do the equivalent of schpritzing it like a misbehaving cat, which usually involved murder. And she did it all while serving flawless strict librarian realness