What about them? John hesitates uneasily for a long second, struggling against something, then draws them out of the inside of his jacket with a slight wince. Stop hiding everything, he thinks aggressively, and takes a deep breath.

"Pretty weird mix too," he admits, and frowns down at the top of the little stack -- turns them toward Ianto. "You already know Holland," he says, as a vague sort of lead in.