"Not a lot, some old messages from Darma in the same style we get. You know, weathering the storm, helping the locals..."

He slips one hand around under Ianto's jacket to brace at the small of his back, mirroring the way fingers are bunched into his own shirt as he frowns at the panel. Behind them, someone finally focuses on what John is doing with his hand and frowns -- gesturing to another Nadril native and pointing it out.

John can feel that, despite his cool demeanour, his heart has begun to speed up as Ianto moves and touches him. Which... makes it a little trickier to hold his focus on the panel, something that makes entirely will based technopathy a challenge.

"Hang on," he says softly, "Let me just..."

You know. Try to. Do something else, maybe. Focus a little better.