Ianto recognized John's 'ah' as what it was--John trying to figure out what the hell he meant by all of it. Honestly, he wasn't surprised that the other man was confused, especially with him rambling on like he was. He was flustered, though. He hadn't really had any intention of bringing Jack or Torchwood into the mix here. He really just had wanted to bring the other man over for coffee, have some pleasant conversation, redeem himself, and then see him off. Had that really been too much to ask for?
"Yes, ehm. Well. You see. There's the Doctor. And well. He met Queen Victoria. When she was alive. And well, she didn't like what he was doing. And. I don't suppose you've met on the community, have you? The Doctor that is, not the Queen. But, ehm. Well. She... She sort of founded Torchwood then, and well. It..."
Jack could see Ianto floundering, flustered, and really, it was charming. He decided that he could step in and pick up the slack, though. After all, it had been his error that had lead to this John finding out about Torchwood, might as well explain himself. "What Ianto means to say is that there's a rift in space and time running through the center of Cardiff. Our job is to keep an eye on this rift and monitor whatever goes into or comes out of it, anywhere from household appliances from the past or future, to well. Alien life. See if it's a threat, and deal with it if it is."
There. Direct and to the point. Ianto winced at how blunt Jack was, and turned to look at John, trying to gauge his reaction to it. If he was going to run, or not. Because the door to the tourist office sort of bolted shut, when the passageway door was open, so. No chance of escape, really.
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Date: 2010-10-19 02:46 pm (UTC)"Yes, ehm. Well. You see. There's the Doctor. And well. He met Queen Victoria. When she was alive. And well, she didn't like what he was doing. And. I don't suppose you've met on the community, have you? The Doctor that is, not the Queen. But, ehm. Well. She... She sort of founded Torchwood then, and well. It..."
Jack could see Ianto floundering, flustered, and really, it was charming. He decided that he could step in and pick up the slack, though. After all, it had been his error that had lead to this John finding out about Torchwood, might as well explain himself. "What Ianto means to say is that there's a rift in space and time running through the center of Cardiff. Our job is to keep an eye on this rift and monitor whatever goes into or comes out of it, anywhere from household appliances from the past or future, to well. Alien life. See if it's a threat, and deal with it if it is."
There. Direct and to the point. Ianto winced at how blunt Jack was, and turned to look at John, trying to gauge his reaction to it. If he was going to run, or not. Because the door to the tourist office sort of bolted shut, when the passageway door was open, so. No chance of escape, really.