Jack grinned at him, shrugging. "Who knows. I guess the only way you could find out is if you went looking for our little tourist office down by the Bay on your side of things. Or well, just really ask anyone on the streets if they've heard of Torchwood. If we're there in Cardiff, they'll point to the Bay. Of course, Torchwood London's in Canary Wharf, which might be a bit closer to home, given your accent."

Ianto stiffened. "If there's a Torchwood London in your world, you want to stay as far away from them as you can. They're not like our branch here in Cardiff. They're a lot more regimented. A lot less understanding." He looked up, feeling he owed an explanation as to why the mention of it made him so uncomfortable, but he couldn't quite manage it. "Ehm, they were my former employers."

"Torchwood London kind of went down in flames," Jack said, stepping in to do the explanation for Ianto. "Literally. We're kind of the only branch there is left, Torchwood Cardiff." He smiled. "Big job for such a little operation, really."