Jack recognized a military man when he saw one, and he smirked as he saw that telltale twitch of John keeping himself from saluting him. He wouldn't have minded, honestly. It'd been a while since he'd last been saluted, after all. "Yeah," Ianto said. "In a very manly, British way," he explained. "Don't worry about it."
Ianto put his mug down very slowly, biting his lip. "I'm...something like that," he said, looking to Jack for permission. Jack shrugged. "Might as well go all out, at this point," he said. Ianto sighed.
"I'm... I'm an archivist for a top secret organization. In a tourist office. In Cardiff, yes. I... We're called Torchwood. I, well. I really don't suppose you would've heard of us, anyway, but. We... We're a sort of specialized organization, I guess you could say. Ehm. Beyond the government, outside of the police and the United Nations and all that. We. We're sort of the resident authority on, well..." God. How to break it to someone that what he'd been trying to pass off as a job for a tourist office was actually a job for a top secret organization that defended the earth against extraterrestrial threats...?
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Date: 2010-10-19 04:16 am (UTC)Ianto put his mug down very slowly, biting his lip. "I'm...something like that," he said, looking to Jack for permission. Jack shrugged. "Might as well go all out, at this point," he said. Ianto sighed.
"I'm... I'm an archivist for a top secret organization. In a tourist office. In Cardiff, yes. I... We're called Torchwood. I, well. I really don't suppose you would've heard of us, anyway, but. We... We're a sort of specialized organization, I guess you could say. Ehm. Beyond the government, outside of the police and the United Nations and all that. We. We're sort of the resident authority on, well..." God. How to break it to someone that what he'd been trying to pass off as a job for a tourist office was actually a job for a top secret organization that defended the earth against extraterrestrial threats...?