"Not exactly the way I like to start my week off, infiltrating an alternate universes' secret agency in my own universe," John said in response to Ianto, finding that making dry comments was working wonders for his mental health at this current point. "I think we'll keep with just the one, yeah?"

Jack had the airs of a man who thought he was very impressive. John knew plenty of people like that, in the military and in civilian life, and most of the time it was all hot air. Of course, most of the time - all of the time, rather, they never had a remote control for a giant cog door on their wrist, and if they ever had one, it probably wouldn't open up into a secret government operation, much less one dealing with aliens.

So, John would allow Jack all the airs he wanted. Stepping through the open door, he looked around, then up, then around again. The workstations, the catwalks, the huge ceiling - the admittedly sort of "deep underground lair" sort of feeling - it was all a bit much. And so, he resorted to humor once more.

"...You really like being this impressive, don't you?" John asked Jack, sounding, of course, more than a little awestruck.