Ianto glances aside at the other man at the comment, offering him a light-hearted rolling of his eyes in return. Trust John to make a comment like that. He and Jack really would get along. Or hate each other in that way that truly similar people seem to do.

"That," Ianto says, gesturing to the alien in the photograph, "is a Weevil. Or that's what we called them, anyway. One of several we've got in the cells at the Hub. Jack likes to call her Janet. God only knows why." He shakes his head at the photograph, looking a little exasperated even with the memory as he repeats, "He always said it was because Barbara just never seemed right."