John had just about asked how somebody dead could show up on the community, when - the wall was moving. John allowed himself a moment of bewilderment, staring at the man who looked like he'd just walked out of a 1940's film about World War II, then the thing in his hand, then the wall that had opened up. All of that was out of place in this frankly shady looking tourist office, and the way Ianto's face had dropped, John figured he wasn't supposed to know about it. Which made sense.
Then, he raised a brow. That... "This explains a lot," he said slowly, taking a sip of his coffee before looking from Jack to Ianto. "I thought this place looked a bit skeevy, all the unappealingness, but. That - the whole in your wall, that... would explain why." Okay, so. Thankfully, his time with Sherlock had helped him create an unshakable mask, but he figured he was going to have to let that go in just a minute. Well, then, best be as nonchalant as possible until he turned into a blathering fool. He turned to Jack again, and quirked his lips. "Hullo. John Watson."
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Date: 2010-10-19 03:17 am (UTC)Then, he raised a brow. That... "This explains a lot," he said slowly, taking a sip of his coffee before looking from Jack to Ianto. "I thought this place looked a bit skeevy, all the unappealingness, but. That - the whole in your wall, that... would explain why." Okay, so. Thankfully, his time with Sherlock had helped him create an unshakable mask, but he figured he was going to have to let that go in just a minute. Well, then, best be as nonchalant as possible until he turned into a blathering fool. He turned to Jack again, and quirked his lips. "Hullo. John Watson."