John didn't necessarily know what, exactly, Retcon was, but he had an idea that it involved him not being able to talk about this place. He turned to Ianto as he tried to save face for Jack, who was either completely oblivious to how ominous he sounded or, more likely, he didn't care or even enjoyed it. "He's very good at this reassuring bit, isn't he?" he asked conversationally. Good for Jack, being foreboding and vaguely intimidating, but it really wasn't helping John feeling any better about the concept of there being aliens in Cardiff. (He was never going to get over the fact that this was Cardiff. Wouldn't London make more sense? Ah, well, at least a rift in time and space explained why the Welsh were so backwards.)
There didn't seem to be much of a choice, though. He could say no, probably even just walk on out of there without a problem, but. That would be... would that be rude? Plus, John had to admit. Aliens. That was pretty neat.
"Hang on," he said, suddenly, "Did you say pterodactyl?"
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Date: 2010-10-20 02:59 am (UTC)There didn't seem to be much of a choice, though. He could say no, probably even just walk on out of there without a problem, but. That would be... would that be rude? Plus, John had to admit. Aliens. That was pretty neat.
"Hang on," he said, suddenly, "Did you say pterodactyl?"