Ianto's still feeling sensitive about John's comment, and so directs his attention solely on the task at hand for the time being. It's the first time he's ever seen quite so much of John's ability before, and so he takes the time to quietly observe the way he works as he helps as well. How fluid it is, the way that everything reacts to John. Literally responding to his touch.
Of course, it would have been better if they could have found out more from the ship. More information about the Natha or Magda himself or something. He supposes it's to be expected, from something of this age, that some of the information should be damaged or missing, but it's still disappointing nonetheless. He can understand John's frustration. Hell, he's frustrated himself. He's been frustrated since the minute the Natha sent them down this way, with little to no explanation and the expectation that they do their work for them regardless.
The sudden flash of light is enough to have Ianto nearly jumping out of his skin, and while he doesn't have a gun or a holster, he's instantly on edge himself. What's going on? A flash bomb? He waits for the sound of an explosion to follow but it never comes. All he hears is the sound of his own heartbeat thundering in his chest and through his ears, and John moving in the snow beside him.
"Jesus," Ianto exclaims, finally remembering how to breathe and see beyond the sparks in his vision. Blinking as he watches a little robot flitting away into the distance. "What was that?" Glancing down he catches sight of John collecting -- photographs? One in particular catches his eye and he drops to his knees beside the other man to pluck it up in turn. Staring at it for a moment before turning his eyes to John. "What...?"
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Of course, it would have been better if they could have found out more from the ship. More information about the Natha or Magda himself or something. He supposes it's to be expected, from something of this age, that some of the information should be damaged or missing, but it's still disappointing nonetheless. He can understand John's frustration. Hell, he's frustrated himself. He's been frustrated since the minute the Natha sent them down this way, with little to no explanation and the expectation that they do their work for them regardless.
The sudden flash of light is enough to have Ianto nearly jumping out of his skin, and while he doesn't have a gun or a holster, he's instantly on edge himself. What's going on? A flash bomb? He waits for the sound of an explosion to follow but it never comes. All he hears is the sound of his own heartbeat thundering in his chest and through his ears, and John moving in the snow beside him.
"Jesus," Ianto exclaims, finally remembering how to breathe and see beyond the sparks in his vision. Blinking as he watches a little robot flitting away into the distance. "What was that?" Glancing down he catches sight of John collecting -- photographs? One in particular catches his eye and he drops to his knees beside the other man to pluck it up in turn. Staring at it for a moment before turning his eyes to John. "What...?"